|Cover photo Chip Olsen|
Tracking her along the zoo’s adobe walls,
he sucks his head inside each time
he hits her shell and fiercely butts her
with the shoveled underlip of his,
nearly spilling her on her back
and if his would-be bride were now a rival
he must tip to die by slices in the sun….
what the men do
the men are sanding their shoes
and rub mink oil in, the drink coffee in
large amounts, they fold slacks and roll socks
like woodchucks with black hands, long fingers
and look forward to checkers over Schlitz dark….