there were wild black berries and black beetles
both in my palm. the beetles were frantic sugar drunk
on summer fruit. i plucked them off one at a time.
the dog could smell the sweetness, drooled silently.
when i threw down the first beetle, he snatched it before
it hit the ground. i heard the snap of his jaw, imagined
hearing the crunch of exoskeleton.



the dog watches us have sex
from the bottom of the bed.
you roll each nipple
between your fingers like
corn kernels. luckily
they do not stick in your teeth
the same way. when my head
dents the plaster instead of meeting pillow,
you laugh like a bulb burning out.
the dog looks as if he might ask a question
but decides better of it.