i thought i would have forgotten
but it only took one look

you and
a skirted bird

i see your face
twisted over mine
sweating
sweat too thick to pearl
so it poured.
you'd say,

"you look like you're enjoying
yourself"
with each thrust, a twisted blade
and my bones

longed to sever the stitched blanket skin
to unfeel your doughy disposition.

i wished to call out to her.
i wondered from where she'd flown in
and how long 'til you'd pluck out
her feathers
how long 'til her wings will be a burden
'til every set of eyes will feel
like wet jaws.

oh, i wouldn't call you wolf
for even they have patience
and poise, honored manners.

no, you're as fucking human as they come.