what might
befall
behappen
& become
o best beloved
to this
wildest
of all
wild animals
who walks
by himself
all places
alike
unto him
let’s make a
little magic
a woman
wise
maybe as
wise as
a cat is
wild
maybe
a little
wild
as well
o best beloved
hear
attend
& listen
to a little
singing
magic
of wild tales
in wild woods
and if i say
a word
of praise
as you
walk away
in all
places
will you
come
into this
cave?
and if
i coo &
compliment
you a time
or two
will you
curl
beside
this fire?
and if
you get
a word
or three
from me
clever
cat
will you
keep
your
wild way
when
the moon
wakes
& night
shakes
wild
trees
but still
stay
a little
in the
day
anyway?
i knit
the silence
with these
fingertips
or try to
make
something
outta
soft nothing
unwords
all your
little
implosions
but i can't
knit so it
unravels
& i feel
kitestrung
to you
as you
float off
toward
all those
empty
spaces
so i
watch sky
& try
with my
feet tight
on earth
tonight.
i twitch &
these branches
heavy with
summer
leaves
rustle
in the night
betray
position
every
sense a
new nerve
ending
ears
scan for your
usual
frequencies
pupils
contract
& dilate
grope
through
darkness
for
another
glimpse
wary
but
wanting
that
new color
that
flash of light
or
a low
growl
& hot
baited
breath
awake
too early
all the day's air
already
deflated
gasp
gulp &
sob somehow
simultaneously
can't tear
this wretched
head from
a hot bed
hollowness
too heavy
to move or
move on or
move away
& i just want to
move again
with purpose
move like
moving matters
but i fight myself
to my feet
for the day
anyway
tie slow
strings for
these marionette
motions
wooden
painted limbs
clatter & clamber
with external
purpose
an act of
movement
the farce
of mo(u)rning
routine
