When they bring the billy goat into the pen it’s like he’s never seen a girl before. Olivia with her haunches in the center there chewing the cud. He circles her two times, three times, looks like we’ve got a real romancer, says a farm hand. He’s smaller and it’s awkward when he tries to climb on top. Olivia loses her footing once or twice, the pupils of her eyes – two black rectangles – struck me. After, they took the billy goat down to the meat market for slaughter. Later in Spring, Olivia spawned nothing.
How I open
If I feel like being entered
I’ll be entered. Only Olivia
can judge me. Only Olivia can know
that depth. She protects.
She says you wanna have fun,
go to Coney Island and ride
the Cyclone. You say tomato
I say motive for revenge.
I like to watch it all
play out. I like to passively
consume each situation til I’ve had
my fill. I like to listen to my breathing
and think, this is me breathing.
This is the lone me rooted in the me
who is on this adventure.
I’m fine here, I soften. We soften
together. Feeling this is to know
the infinite security of myself.