other animals

but how so long ago could I have known
just escaped the mountains and
art friends life begins again though the task
not what I thought it might and
a small pond I wished smaller

and drowned and fried the melon
relentlessly skipped behind but wanted
to care to find some fire anywhere
and once out the werk work wurk

but never could care quite enough
and didn’t and wouldn’t all night
got lost losing all touch rusted lingered

whispered under numb stars and still beg
each night just for a second come back