As wild hogs, fresh from a wallow,
scrape against the trunk
of a telephone pole while rushing past,
smearing their flanks
with creosote and leaving behind
stiff bristles and splattered mud;
or a cardinal intently crushes
carpenter ants in her bill,
then rubs their formic acid along
her coverts and tail,
staining that dim blush
with a streak of gloss:
you kiss hard, sure to find
some happiness to savor on the plane.