I bought you roses; you drowned
them in my koi pond. I wooed
you in a cracked-mud buffalo wallow.
Vultures circled our vows and fleshed
us to a tumbleweed. We honeymooned
alongside bastard coyote pups night-soiling
prairie dog mounds with wild plum pits,
and flamed-out like a nova over the plains.
Our ruts begat depressions. You gave birth
beneath a seedless sunflower.