I wake up and stretch the downward dog
Boxie does the same.
I sit on a blue porch in Knoxville,
waiting for her to pee
last night's valentine red skirt is
bunched crooked around my waist, dry heat static in my hair
these secrets are kept curled up in the
red sleeping bag I wear each morning
light dew on the grass
roar of the highway
breathing sounds of hardworking people
inside
warm and sleeping
my friends
soon we will start another day