Beauty

I fucked a dog in the wilderness, don’t ask me how-
I’m an American male and can fuck anything.

Five beer gal.
Teeth like broken glass
and skin rough as the floor of her desert shack
(complete with rattlesnake and cacti).

Needs a bag they’d say-
but the rocking was nice.

Years later and turned queer
when ask by dad, “Have you had a woman yet?”
with thoughts on her said, “Oh yeah.”

I’m an American male,
and the comfort of a dried up old gal
can feel good for a time.
Time enough at least
a long time ago.

Five beers of six reflected sadly in soft brown eyes,
imploring, ‘Stay, we can make love and ugly children.'

I pulled out hitting the road
thinking now, only years later
of her kindness-
somehow bigger than the Fourth of July.

Maybe she had me?

Though, I’m an American male
who can fuck anything,
and usually does.