a cock crow, a cockroach

it was another porch night
one out of one hundred fair weather
cheap beer evenings, she
touched her whole leg with my whole leg, hammocked
and we met on both ends when

your breasts were out and
the tattoo ink dripped down your back
with faces staying immaculate you said
he wrote a new song, do you want to hear it?

i did, i do, i said, i gave
a pause like butter softening
just not in front of you guys
not when i've been drinking