Sonnet for a Cowboy
And I’ll carry you on my back to the water.
To frame your figure out West. Let’s promise not to
use that word anymore. Let’s promise not to touch
anymore. King of the plains. Of things that break,
bend. Play matador on the freeway. Strip like raw
hide. Prey or pray, both end in blood and saliva.
Arizona in June can make anything less
painful. I’ll scrub your mouth from the tailpipe. And I’ll
carry you on my back to the water.
Mitchell Angelo is a junior Creative Writing major at SUNY Purchase, with a focus in poetry and a minor in Theatre & Performance. His work covers topics like gender, the environment, and anything pancake shaped.