Don Juan de las Ruinas de Don Quixote

I operate under the theory
that women secretly love

the fallen down, despite
all evidence to the contrary.

I offer them castles
of warped boards

and rusted tin
atop scenic

promontories.
I show them the sea

through old windows
of running glass.

I pull common nails
from my feet

and wait to see
if it’s working.

And then I’ll say
something like,

«this is the place
we could escape our class.»

I’m clever like that.

–June 3, 2018