I see the two of them.
On the back seat of his car.
It is night, very late.
Soon he will take her home.
On the dashboard, a can of coke
Mixed with rum. The moon
Lifts his face out of darkness.
He turns his whole body to her,
In a rush of need,
Covers her like a mountain,
pours himself into her
Once, twice, many times.
She feels an odd boredom
Being rocked and rolled about,
And turns her head to the window,
Wide open, filled with dark things,
and nearby a large and silent cow,
which she watches as she waits
for the storm to pass through her.
