screams like an animal Is animal
strange being wrapped in the fur of a lynx belly Face painted with camwood powder and charcoal
she climbs the walls while you all sleep and feeds her orchids ice cubes
this all means nothing This all means everything
she is eating raw bison and sips a demitasse of white rum Talks to her beloved through a day moon
there is no grace here
where a lover can be seen in the black arc of a swallow’s feather
3AM
you lover
i see you on the moonglade
you lover On my tongue
you are my languages
i cuss and praise you equally You dissolve as clouds at daybreak tomorrow you arrive as rain over Nea Bay
