Maybe the Holes by Michael Dwayne Smith

Maybe coyote is your wallet

Maybe coyote is the money in your wallet

Maybe coyote is your tongue and fingertips

Maybe coyote is a voice in your head that says

    buy candy or weed

    or an obscenely expensive motor vehicle

    out of covet or jealousy or envy or boredom

    or ennui or depression

Maybe coyote is that Billy Crystal voice that says

    it’s better to look good

    than to feel good, my friend

Maybe coyote has eaten through your skin

Maybe coyote has gobbled up your heart

Maybe coyote has chomped your bones, sucked your marrow

Maybe coyote has fucked you like a movie star

Maybe coyote has devoured your cock and balls and tits and clit

Maybe coyote has penetrated all your holes,

    made them more and more empty

Maybe coyote has become the holes

Maybe the holes have become your soul

Michael Dwayne Smith has appeared in ONE ART Poetry Journal, The Rye Whiskey Review, The Cortland Review, New World Writing, Ethel Zine, Chiron Review, Third Wednesday, and Heavy Feather Review, among many others; a multiple-time nominee for the Pushcart and Best of the Net, he lives near a Mojave Desert ghost town with his family and rescued horses.