MARK

It has been months now
and yet
I keep thinking about you
and your tramp stamp
and other markings
I’d wish to leave you with.

There are stains and stresses
I’d love for you to experience,
territorial pissings ’round your perimeter
brands and bonds I’d like you to know.

it’s not to be
for you are months away
except in memory
where you remain unchanged and perfect.
Crisp, unsoiled
– except, of course,
for where you are.