Hogheads

One thing we’ve never done
is run till we’re choke-hold
red just for the sake of it.

We’ve talked about it—once
we almost did it.
But both of us came ill-equipped

for the occasion. I brought two tops,
no pants. You brought pants
for someone half your size.

We laughed at the collaborative
gaffe.
It was raining hard as hogheads anyhow.

So we stayed inside instead and talked—
among other things
about the seagull

with the gammy leg, dragging it
on landing,
unaddled by the handicap completely.