1.
The first and second time,
the wind blew and your hair
wandered into your mouth.
Those times, all things
considered, the sun was still
warm, and you, ready to pounce
who and what, not me.
Third time: sat across from me,
a little to the left, back
hunched, almost a crouch,
spoke curses and ill;
left a sweet taste in my mouth.
2.
We are the sick ones;
pebbles on our tongues and guns
under their chins, darling.
We are the predators;
forcing the blessings and favors
to save us from them, darling.
Write us in the books
among the saviors and crooks
because they are the ill ones, darling.