We bought our Ford Falcon
for $200. There were spiders
in the ashtrays.
You kept a closet full of
men’s XL shirts and always
used the upstairs bathroom.
The dogs slept with us,
longwise, like dogs. And
then the dogs died.
It was colder in October
than February. The leaves
kept on falling.
Shawn turned twelve
then saddled up Copper
and rode away.
You left me at the airport
with $200 and three shirts.
Men’s medium.
