wolves.
first time
& you were singing quietly to yourself
songs about god
with a smile
with a soft voice
i leaned my head this way to steal some of your tune.
angry after that
you woke me up late at night with poetry
robbing me with that everlasting grin
even in my sleep
even in my heavy concentration
you beat me blind with that wordless smile.
happiness is rest
wolves jostle you from your contentment
swallow up your babies
and leave footprints on the carpet.
but you smile just the same
and take my consciousness from beneath me.
weakness is my strength
and when you stand there and clap
and start to dance in place
i feel like running away too.
let me take you someplace in my car/only in your mind
where sharp teeth and sharp claws
and sharp tongues can't reach you.
i sit down in a soft place
and give birth to the words you will grow to love.
let me bleed all over this sunday afternoon.
you are safe
(i promise, from the wolves)
i run away and sleep in your warm kitchen.
home, james.
fairy tales.
breakable springtimes.
