i think of white-speckled unshaved hairs
& sunlight’s curve crowning

a disposed Häagen-Dazs wrapper
ivory tossed, disposed,
the white lynx angelic against green vines,
patella along the ridge of the cement,
dovelike mouth merely twisting,

mouthing “sweet strawberry,
why haven’t you come looking?”

(originally published in The Birds We Piled Loosely, Issue 2, January 2015)