Grizzly

forty one.

Then there was a girl on the telephone

Going back and forth between hysterical

Laughter, and passive aggressive irritation.

On the verge of hanging up between my words,

Because the shock she might imagine

Is infinitely more satisfying then my conversational shrug.

Then the other day I kept thinking about

Being small and young and lost in the woods.

We clutched brown plastic shotguns with those big orange caps on the end

In case anybody was worried there might be bullets in em

Slung homemade holsters round narrow hips,

Tipped back baseball brims to face the sun,

And our skinny legs, arms reaching

Grasping at rock ladders to the sky.