I
I’m always fighting
predicative text now in two
languages as if one weren’t
enough - Birdie won’t go walk
every day all day patience
is required here
II
overwhelmed in the quiet
of a room half lit
something outside…
my heart breaks
for her shivering and ears prickled
inconsolable when I awoke earlier
to escape any madness
I can’t pinpoint but no….
I am thwarted and there She is
lost in the unheard
III
the entire country knows
I have a mouth on me now
when wild dogs let out
to roam and terrorize
come at my girl and me
on a perfectly good walk
my tongue cuts the quiet
and eyes like daggers
scatter anyone near;
once a decade or two
I am not myself
