# Poems Untitled Peradventure And if, peradventure, Sodom was not so wicked after all. The Black and the Irish made subhuman so those who enslaved them were morally unscuffed. Homophiles made pedophiles so those who felt their institutions threatened could hunker down And close their eyes and ears again To the pain that their institutions Whether blindly or pointedly Had caused. Peradventure the past is not made of monsters It is made of cowards. Peradventure there are cowards today. Deference You sniff the dumpsters when we walk by them which is fair: there’s probably a lot of interesting stuff in there to smell. When we’re walking and you eat something off the ground with a gross “crunch” sound I do try to remind myself, within reason, that you know better than me what it is that made you want to snack on ground food. If I found a black bean quesarito sitting on the curb still in its wrapping, still warm, I would at least be tempted. And anyways, realistically, by the time I try to stop you, you have usually already won, started to swallow, and all that’s accomplished by my intervening is that I seem like I’m being an asshole. So you, this time, whatever it is you see or smell, enjoy. Deference 2 it is fascinating and meaningful to me when you get to lead the way not just choosing at an intersection whether we go left, right, or straight ahead but when I fully follow and you fully choose going around and round a park over the same patch of space in every conceivable fashion of diagonals nose to the ground following something (I don’t know what, but I know that you do) for as long as it takes it is strangely easy these days to forget what is the real world and what isn’t I would do well to remember always that that moment with you is the real world Reciprocal Amplification We take care of each other, you and I. I give you food You give me a happy reason to get out of bed every morning. I give you water You give me perspective on the world when we go outside to walk. I give you a cool room to sleep in in the summer and a cool room to sleep in in the winter You give me a warm belly to snuggle up into when I need that. We also get each other off pretty often And we share a sense of humor. This morning when I woke up feeling like shit It all turned around when I had a glass of water and then I got down on the carpet with you you wagging happy boy and I shared wet kisses with the best person in my day to day life an awesome dog who likes to make out with me and who I like to make out with him a lot too. A gladness filled my entire being pushing out all else at getting to revel in your affections and to give affections to you in the same measure. Meditation Sitting on the dock with my pal on this lakey night, meditation occurs. I am sitting on my ass hunched over my elbows resting on my knees my hands clasped together before myself, holding this compact bundle of self together tightly. My weight bears down on my lower back and on the backmost portion of my ass, the part of flesh which I sit on. It has rained earlier today and the dock is wet. The ass of my pants is wet. My body weight and the planks of the dock hug one another. In front of me is my dog, my friend, my boyfriend, my mate, my lover of countless designations. I can tell just by looking at him how it would feel to reach out and pet him; exactly how it would feel, down to every intimate discernible detail texture, give, smoothity; I gave him four handjobs in the last fifteen minutes, one at each of his favorite places in these woods hereabout. He was feeling eager tonight. He sniffs the air; I’m glad for him. Soon enough I give in to his alluring aura and lay down on my side alongside him— who gives a damn if my shirt gets damp on the rain-moist dock— and I respectfully pet his back and watch as he continues to sniff, picking up scents that as he slightly turns his head and faces his nose and eyes I can at least pick up on the direction of and try to guess what he’s found, unearthed as it were, in the air around our post at the edge of this lake. At some point something worries him— some sound, some disturbance. I ask if he wants to go back inside. He licks his lips to say yes. I stand up. With stiff joints he stands too, and leads the way. ## ζ