why i left you there

written 14 feb 2021

at the night-bathed parking lot with you,

i recalled my old recurring dream:

how the young owl rested so serene

while the snake, desire-struck, neared her.

see, you had shut your eyes just like that bird

perched on concrete – and at once i knew

that i was not a winged thing, and you

were not a thing I could gently love.

but something can be admired of vipers –

right? how it embraced her into sleep

and watched me sob into the corpse’s feathers

as if it knew of the violence it does.

i can at least say i know of my own.

you opened your eyes and you were alone.