The Shallow Sands Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Beautiful call girl like a peacock
Look at my scars
And lay down in my tomb for two hundred
Dollars and tell me how beautiful
I am- In a fugue of greasy surrender
Outside of the halos of the burger joint
While my dog howls at home
For me to return:
Make love to me the way my mother can’t
Even though we are so far away from
The mountains where the
Aspens live like anorexic china dolls:
Say that you love me,
Even though I only have one moon to give you-
And my heart is a coffin filled with grasshoppers
Who are spent into husks
And picked up by little girls along their paths
Across the shallow sands.