"Animal Instinct"
from Arbor Vitae 2.1
by Cathryn Cofell
I spot you at a thousand yards, my feisty violet poodle, my kibbled desire, when you are near the crash boom bang of my gut like a multi-car pile up. I wanna suck you off my finger like a big black olive, stack you in a corner of my yard like chiseled firewood, wash you inside out like a new pair of jeans, wash you outside in with my bare blue hands. My ripe avocado, my guacamole secret, I hear your elevator purr and it makes me rise, makes me fall, makes me prance naked in the night, you, my owl fascination, you, my peeping moon tom.