Eros kerplunk
on the sidewalk.

Each day same

bear stumbles 6
feet from me.

I cement dreams

of being leashed
of his leash being

grounds 4 herd

immunity, steps
on every crack &

unmothered leaf

we leave guttered.
It’s my ass’s fault

in the clouds.

Meaning a margin
of sky we must

learn to breathe—

to bark, bluff—
through a mask.

Lo, spit spat here

for our swapping!
Beware, boy,

your canine urge!