outside the port-a-john
leaning on the livestock pens
trapped between twin stenches
I hold your purse like a
used tissue
“don’t go anywhere!”
so I go nowhere
just throw my head back and
stare at the empty sky
letting one hand dangle
like the hollow cross
between your breasts
last night
a confused calf
in the pen behind me
thinks she recognizes my
dangling fingers
sucking them into her
slimy mouth
with the gravity of three hundred
black holes
she’s dragging me into her world
long lashes welded shut
eyes working furiously behind the lids
trying desperately to
suck something out of me that
just
isn’t
there
I extract my frothy hand
wiping saliva on the tail of the
flannel shirt that
goes so well with your
favorite braided belt
toilet door bangs shut
“did you miss me?”
hands around my neck
you suck
me into your world
long lashes welded shut
tongue working furiously
“tuck in your shirt
sweetie
it’s time for our couple’s massage”
© 2019 Leo Durrant