He left behind the doublewide,
the dead wife,
the dead dog.
And rode the bus to the
leopard woman, who
taught him to attach
electrodes to her nipples.

Now this is love,
he said,
as she lay in the bath for hours.

When he stepped into the roses
to touch
the sad song
of her hair,
she threw her eyes at him.
And opened
her chest to reveal
the angry pink swan.
No, she said,
that is love.