Women

I sucked face with an older woman last night
and pitched a tent inside my pants

Driving home my tent collapsed
as I contemplated strange randomness

my lips felt bruised in a numb tingle
like a slippery bass tossed back in the pond

How long before I’m hooked again
slammed against the gunwale

dropped into a stinking bucket
to be taken back to camp, and eaten?

Leaning into a wide curve in the road
a speckled faun stood jittering

I hit the brakes hard, as he darted
back to the woods wild and free.