First Date
I want
my Luci Tapahonso cowboy
with a shining belt
and a good dog
he likes my legs in blue jeans
but even more,
my poetry
we ride the moon’s shirttails
till dawn
when we bless ourselves
and wade into the spring water,
well-fed and wet faced
& while the sky turns to meteors
holographing
we’re still drunk off Tennessee Honey
my mom’s Revlon
sticking to the sugar
we break curses
kissing in the corner booth
baby-blue bras hung
from the ceiling
with George on the speakers
this is a place
for a good gal like me
slicked in the grass
by his leaning boots
under the warm shower
of stars
