moose

i was sixteen and smashed on tequila
kneeling wretched in a gutter
on a massapequa street

the boys fed me something unspeakable
from the slipshod rotisserie
around back, piked in the frozen ground

then they laughed their infinite
laughter, rock band of elephant
poachers, hemolytic
tessellations

that night gave over a secret
that you never did shit to fix. but you saw it
spilled down my clorox-blue parka
plain as i said it aloud