Last Love Poem # 9

 

 

If you stick around long enough

You find love

Is a victim

Of circumstance.

How romantic.

You’re around.

I suppose you’ll do.

Of course humans have more

Than five senses:

Balance, Temperature, Acceleration, A tolerance for pain.

& there you are

always strangling rodents in my hair.

& there am i

Small mattress in the mouth

of an owl, an acceptable meat.

Unclear weather.

Predatory bird, you took

My leather hood

How a sad woman

Takes to water.

Broth made from the bones

Of tame animals.

For those who never die

What’s it like

To keep eating

The dead names

Of those you love?

I’ve only had one

& he’s become the wound

I worship, he is still

Turning his feathered head

In the ground.

If you live long enough

Your bound

To repeat… or no,

That’s enough

Just there

 

If you live.

You’re bound.