Cows

I’ve listened to you talk all afternoon,
could listen for a day or maybe three,
until the sun goes down and cows come back
into that holding zone we call their home;
until it’s clear that you don’t want me here,
in which case I shall simply disappear,
go somewhere and lightly boil my head;
if you don’t want me I don’t want myself.

And
if anyone should ask where I am now,
just tell them that I’ve gone to look for cows.

[originally posted 3 August 2013]