Chattel and Dung

 You spend an hour at the CVS
Scouring the greeting card aisle
Hoping photography or some poem
Catches your eye.
A token to prove that you care
While not scaring
Him away.

While he sits on a squalid toilet
By his room at Mother’s house
Thumbing through Tijuana brochures.
Counting the coin
He’ll pocket after chewing you
Up and shitting
You away.