Chiefs searched for an erection, / tested for testes / found only stallion hips / and dollar sequins / Ovaries abducted in the quiet of the night

Have just begun / to bleed today / thought I might be dying / walked barefoot beyond the backyard  / over the cattle guard    hokte /  hokte     honvnwv

I skirt the park into the city blocks / where the grocer smokes over his rotting tomatoes, / a seamstress hoses her concrete stoop.  Green glass / and bottle caps collect along the curb, newspapers / tumble under blusters of boots.