other animals

so hungry all day things falling out
of my shirt this cavern of a mouth
bitten raw again for what I want
to know now a game of second guess
ing that makes a tiny day night then

follows me to the second bedroom
for a scratch I walk I try to read
maybe meditate a snack perchance
a book but nothing stills the thirst the

burn of the sound of the chorus its
latest fine counterpoint while I pace
and hope for some end to this choking

maybe soon some tuneful bird in
terrupts to tell me I have slept