The first refuses to sing so sings
In a hutch I spooned rabbit stew,
wrote a letter on the tame one’s ear,
the wild one I left for the fox,
the mute appetite of snow.
I sketched meadows stacked
like sedimentary rock. Regions
of the brain, horses bitten to run
intractably back to fire.
I knew by scent your body’s sly marauding.
Peeled fruit wetting the palm,
mineral taste on the tongue.
I was young, impetuous.
I touched it twice and twice
it bit to keep me nestled close.