Each time I pass
the bus stop where I
met Hallelujah Studs
my eyes water and my puppy tail
wags and swishes and wishes
for her to just text me back
the Tobacco tolls and my tobacco rolls
and I smile to read her name

a wake, a funeral would be less
of a stress
than to toss and turn in my sleep
and dream of her face on these pillows
which have salt stains from both
the ritualistic tears
and the spilled seed of
fruitless petting