The cow you see wrapped in barbed wire, it isn’t yours to watch. She touches the electric fence. You touch the metal in her spine. The S of it all. The nakedness you can’t take, the couch through the window, the slip through your center. You are walking towards that tree on the hill when you see it. She touches the fence and falls back, laughing. She goes for it again and you pull her back, your thumb on the bolt beneath her skin. The metal. The S of it all. She loses sight of you and it is not the sight you crave. There is a loss there. Take it inside you. Slip it on into the cow, bound down now for everyone.