She slouched like James Dean
against her car and was likewise
self-assured while she waited
near Building 44,
looking as if she would open
her front passenger door for me
like it was our first evening out
—
in Target grocery aisles,
woman pushes cart containing poodle,
embellished with a bow,
while man totes lapdog in khaki satchel,
slung over his shoulder
—
over my bed Dotty
Slip silently, by yourself, away 