you love is like a dog
wandering the streets of Calcutta:
wild and untamed, and always hungry for more.
your love is the freshwater carp
in Lake Michigan -- an undesired visitor,
remorseless, strong, bull-headed
I cannot tell most days if I am the ill-fated
waters of Lake Ontario, suspended in anticipation
of attack,
or the shores of Mississippi
mournfully observing
your departure.
