Moat

Love the size of a castle moat
I spit in my hand
somebody's eye has fallen

she's wearing nothing to bed
pretending to be hungry and iced
a bird in sludge
grabs a pipe like this

my granddaughter on her first period
proud as a big palooka
I could be driving my truck
I could be soldiers
in a far away war

instead I crawl on my belly
inside a word
whose roof and walls
pin my ass to guilt