Man with a Gun and a Girlfriend
There’s a gun in the car
as he drives me to the public land.
There I am in a prairie dress
because he likes when I’m covered.
His loyal dog flicks her snout
at the desperate insects flying in.
We park by a makeshift shooting range.
I made him mad again last night.
The ’90s television hauled there
for a target trembles without speech.
When I was a child I once
