Into the Belly of the Beast 

“Fuck these putrid teeth, crooked nose leopard face.”

 She stormed back to her van and threw it in to gear.

Where was she going to go? She didn’t know but who would care?

She siphoned gas from an S.U.V, then floored it west cheeks wet

with tears.

She woke up in the parking lot of the Beaumont animalrescue,

said she’d take the next dog they had slated to be put down.

A vision waved like a willow leaf to ease her troubled mind.

She and her companion begged and stole their way west of San Antonio.

There they came to a little dirt road and they ran it ’till the tank went dry.

Clutching a pen she sat to compose her masterpiece entitled ,

“ Goodbye.”