Cartographer

Time gave you time

To lick the ink,

Sweat

Out your dreams.

Dreams, not good—

Topless kittens,

Etc. Shower rain

Melted them off.

Turned into

A pool of salt,

Calling Lot's Wife

Into the picture,

Then pushed away.

Nick's Cafe.

Waitresses bring out bacon.

Waitresses bring me steak,

Like the skirted lioness.

I eat

Heartily.

I pen them down.

I pin them down.

They whisper.

'I can feel your cock,'

They whisper.

Nose to oily ear. Skin

Vanilla bean.

'Meet me in the bathroom.'

On the napkin I draw a map.