You chase your moments barefoot
Watch their legs give out
And bleed them before their hearts stop,
Cut their throats while they’re still breathing
When they mock your fate

You hunt to run from nature,
Kill in desperation
Pull their teeth barehanded
Wear their skins
But they will never fear you



Sun-bleached plastic

Tools for toddlers

Rusted nails in rotting wood

A messy place, unsheltered place

But it was mine

I shouldn’t have buried you there