dogs and boys can treat you like trash. and dogs do love trash
to nuzzle their muzzles. they slather with tongues that smell like their nuts

but the boys are fickle when they lick you. they stick you with twigs
and roll you over like roaches. then off with another: those sluts

with their asses so tight you couldn’t get them to budge for a turd
so unlike the dogs: who will turn in a circle showing & showing their butts

a dog on a leash: a friend in the world. he’ll crawl into bed on all fours
and curl up at your toes. he’ll give you his nose. he’ll slobber on cuts

a dog is not fragile; he’s fixed. but a boy: cannot give you his love
he closes his eyes to your kisses. he hisses. a boy is a putz

with a sponge for a brain. and a mop for a heart: he’ll soak up your love
if you let him and leave you as dry as a cork. he’ll punch out your guts

when a boy goes away: to another boy’s arms. what else can you do
but lie down with the dogs. with the hounds with the curs. with the mutts