Alone, and a little lonely, but not really
either, the dogs are here, Clover and Sisken.
I shaved, for no one, for myself, it feels
clean and smooth as I stroke my face.
Out to the porch in down booties, I look south
and see Orion in the moonless, cloudless sky.
Striking matches in the dark, they remind me
of a woman with red hair and blue eyes, I am
addicted to the smell of sulfur and the clarity
of the dark and the quiet and the solitude.