her body's customs
with things
he requires
that she shave
not like a girl
his passing

actually
imagines her own
it's nothing, though
she just climbs out
of the forest
forearms swollen from horseflies,

her eyes swollen—
smears him
on her body, not knowing
how she intends
to live.
So shows
him something—

pollen,
a powerful arm
and vodka
souring his balls.
Nothing left but oldness
she shifts his skin

like a lover
with all this knowledge
of her, he really
had nothing to choose.