Cum spent an hour in the body—
one with yours, over with.

A start, scare, bad dreams
scam the budge of a head.

I spill over, it’s my shape.
Block and string and kinked

with fur: a slip, nice coverall.
Woof! It attracts projects.

I’m leaving blown out
felt up and grazed against,

hear me shuffle at the nightstand
with spontaneous awakeness.

The chosen night
of a dark room musk fills.

Sneak lest the seam rip,
the collar clamor—scurry

combed with ass in tow,
a crick in the creak.

This wreck I count on
as I never could youth.