Poetry
Doing W/Out
M. A. Roberts
The fat man and I watch four dogs
in the neighbor's yard try to
jump a bitch who's clearly teasing
and playing hard to get as a
murder of crows turn an already
gray and quiet sky into a scream of black
When caws are distant
the big dog gets her, while we—
the other dogs—watch and squirm
at the spectacle, clinch fists, remember