The Sweet Weight of Anticipation
Sagebrush glimmers as a frazzled girl struts past,
buttonless blouse taped to persistent breasts.
A cobalt-blue horse leans his head over
a barb wire fence in luminous silence.
The high school quarterback, weekend off from the feedlot,
exults, I've got a rockin' hard-on for America!
The boys without dates pass around rot-gut whiskey
and a pellet gun until one kid is shot in the hand.
And the quarterback's queen nods as he beer-gibbers.
She is sleek, a comet-bodied volleyball beauty... patient.
She uses chess pieces for .22 target practice,
loves autumnal bedspreads flung to the floor.