you scoff at me, tell me
I don’t get it
as you speed
through a yellow light
and my love lies down and dies
like an old dog, its swollen
arthritic knees buckling
an undignified bow
lowering its scabby body
weakly into the dust
for the last time. tongue lolling
over yellow worn teeth, huffing
out a last putrid breath—
a fat slug
of saliva slithering from the
corner of a mouth solidified
in a wretched groan.
it’s pissed itself.
a fly lands on the one good eye
and wanders nonchalantly over
the glassy surface with its
little fly feet, loitering
to taste the dried gunk in the
corner before buzzing off to find
a cow shit
leaving my love
to stiffen in the heat.