other animals

And this question of how leans into the
darkness inside our attempts to start a
fire, this apple, this bamboo in a pot.
How far can we trust it when we turn our
backs? How red is my red, really? And do

and do you notice it in the brochure
you couldn’t put down and kept hidden so
or was it this squirming dream of again
unwittingly shared though months pass

without anyone mentioning it
anyway, the event was full of sweet
words gentle smiles from about five paces

we knew we would likely never see each
each other again on any timeline