i wish i was a photograph

do you remember the night I told you
I’ve never seen anything more perfect than
than snow falling in the glow of a street light
electricity bowing to nature
mind bowing to heartbeat
‘this is gonna hurt’
bowing to I love you
I still love you like moons love the planets
they circle around
like children love recess bells
I still hear the sound of you
and think of playgrounds
where outcasts who stutter
beneath braces and bruises and acne
are finally learning that their
rich handsome bullies
are never gonna grow up to be happy

I think of happy when I think of you”
-Andrea Gibson

Ritual Sacrifices from the She-wolf

I hate her you said
she is awkward

you were licking off the disdain
from your dainty ringed fingers

“you’ve a lovely home miss…
may I address you by your real name?”

my husband you said,
will be here momentarily,
with a rub of the lamp

it’s all ritual animal slaughters with you
(rabbits, pigs, giraffes)

oh god it’s the lady or the tiger with you
(I wish I could keep both doors
shut, and you’d be both and neither;
Schrodinger’s fanged kitten)