Love Stinks

Love is

The anus of a Labrador

Blooming like a flower

And hissing out

The foul runoff,

Half-digested,

Of a mouth-sewer

Whose slobbery days

Are spent catching

Refuse, trash and dead things

Love is

The sandpapered pads

Of Labrador paws

Rasping a path up your sheets,

Billowing rank air

Into your face

To settle a Labrador body/septic tank

Onto your pillow

And you, pressing your head

Into the foul abdomen,

And muttering, “Good girl.”