Bozeman, 1980
Closing my hands
Over your breasts, the geography
Of my clothes, equidistant self-denial
I’m going now, see you later
In the Rockies
Nipples punctuate sunsets
Pass me a Buckhorn
I have not drown yet
Shall I save the red boxers?
My T-shirt says Room & Board
While pickers played bluegrass
I might have eaten you