I Saw Two Fawn Grazing Alongside I-695

While you were sitting upright in your
Bedroom with a six-pack and a plan to
Fuck and then spill your guts into another
Worthless night of “Jaws” re-runs on basic cable.

I was driving high on hair-pulling compulsions
One strand at a time while the thought
Of pissing you off with my rapid
Heart-rate makes me smile.

You leave a trail of cigarette stench
As you walk from your bed to the front door
Where pressing buttons 0717 unlocks any chance
Of awkwardness or good old-fashioned decency.

Their sweet, flinching eyes and spotted flanks
Remind me of those sudden movements you make
Towards my thighs while I cringe and
Grit and pretend to sleep at night.

You take a piss in the toilet then debate on
Washing those hot-blooded hands or waiting
Until we are both salty and catching
Our breaths atop saturated sheets.

I react on the right side with a 5-degree shift in
Veering hopes that this collision of steel and
Grass-fed bones will make you think twice
About your own sticky mess.