Well, he can sell the whole dog, the long, the short
with all its parts, nothing missing, sliced and chunked.
The bole, the bulk, the stem, the stalk, the hulk.

Antlers butting against the full moon.
Bellies lolling on my belly.

Creamy chestnut crania in convex cones.

Catherine Bowman’s poem “The Bed” first appeared in our Winter 1988 issue. Her latest collection is Can I Finish, Please?I was five that summer, in our new house, with the light
aproning over the desert just before dark. That year I touched the blue
pi…

Catherine Bowman’s poem “LBJ Ranch Barbecue” appeared in our Fall 1990 issue.  Waist deep, almost naked, evening time soak,
a dozen Rajah bellies, a dozen Titan schnauzes,
wade in chlorinated agua toasting to the tune
of charismatic oratory and little J…