Disposable

I buy sunglasses whether or not I look good in them, if I like the frames.
Behind cheap blue plastic and mirrored lenses,
no one can see you getting dewy-eyed
over a dead pigeon.

Love has a nasty habit of disappearing overnight

Thursday morning:
perfect, pearly-pink intestines
coiled beside a tiny grey
kitten at the end
of the bridge.

You know I love you,
but I've got news; we're gonna have to get rid of you

In July heat, a brown dog’s
haunches sticking
out of a dumpster.

And now I’m ready to feel your hand
And now I wanna be your dog

The Beatles sing “Good Day Sunshine” and
a yellow cat is taken
out with the morning’s trash.