other animals

I was on edge I’ll say because 
of too much sun why not and it 
didn’t matter where we stopped for the night 
I just didn’t want to go back 
and trap myself. Again. You have to move 

carefully when you find you’re a 
head in a jar. But I’m so tired. My 
words wade the short cold waves and end
where they began in a still mumbling mouth 

forever filled with acrid liquids 
wolfed by the woof and warp of unwashed 
waters all the days of this half life 

for half a dozen or so bubbles that
break with awful scents and few clear notes