Can You Dig It, Girl?

I washed you out
with a few cold beers,
your pretty face
among old parts in the garage.
You had me under your sheets
before I realized my mistake—
Hooks, lures;
gasping hearts flopping
all over the place.

They say behind every man

is a good woman.
My-my,
how things have changed.


(From the book Selected Poems 2004-2007)