Queer Pursuits
You know that grumbling truck
The one with scowling headlights
and cow-catcher grill
You’ll never catch me I say
Pinned in its radiator
like a plaid blue dragonfly
•———• A flying blue dragon
Whip-tailed and tongue of fire
Eyes drawn to its alveoli
Scales enameled to its chest
A brooch to die for I say
Brake sending me flying
Cowl spitting my dust
Sending up gems of snapdragons