one of many crests

Strays

Last night,

we walked in at 3 am

stumbling and saying rude things,

we put a drunk to bed and

we followed me into my cave

under the stairs

my chest creaked at

Bear’s glare

but I turned back to face

one of many scarecrows

I couldn’t get hard but his

straw busted out of his asshole,

electrified my fingertips.

“Why you doing this?” he asked,

and I mumbled something about a husbear,

I felt safe,

never wondering why my cock

wouldn’t cooperate,

and in the morning,

Bear was crouched in the corner

silently watching me

change the

piss-soaked sheets.