Beneath Our Skin

Blood just beneath our skin,I dreamt I was on a leashhe kept yanking back …In Mexico City, we saw an angry dogon a choke chain,partially opened roses,alcohol over ice.While he held me,I woke to an obscene message from someone else.I hardly slept, I yawned through breakfast.I put on short shorts.I boughtthe cheapest roses and plunged them in water.