Coyote-Grace Faller
Coyote
By Grace Faller
He yells out.
She sits up.
(tries to lift herself up)
He pulls out.
The mattress is defeated,
pillow a hollow gourd.
Clothes a dead animal piled on the floor.
He stands up.
She breathes, ok.
Dead animal picked up, pulled on, revived.
He shuts the door.
(walks outside)
She opens the bedside drawer.
(Think) neon flushed desert. light bulbs confessing 24/7 denial.
Pulls out tinfoil.
(Think) styrofoam castles. loose change, sweaty dollars cast between sagging poles.
Pulls out the straw.
(Think) desperate coyotes hunting the perimeter of the sand sinking sanctuary.
He smokes a Marlboro.
She shrugs.
She smokes tar.
Flic a Bic.
He yells out.
The coyotes are at the front door.
Copyright C. 2008 Grace Faller