other animals

the weight of those great decisions and 
the trick of how to know how to thrive 
—maybe add a photo to the post—
bubbling black bile and moldering plans 
of, yes, I suppose I’ve lost you now 

so let’s check in on the detective 
and those spotty hands maundering 
among our dark drawers and under things 
—thump—a quick novel sensation—a dense 

syrup in the major muscles—
half a conversation running along 
without us then gone, back to slow 

daylight grumbling nasty thoughts what can I 
exploit from that dismal green land