I am the sound of rain on the roof
fingernails teasing your neck
the way fresh grief undoes you
the moment you’re fully awake.
I am The Midnight Wolf, gazing
at the Blood Moon
In a forest I am just shadow and bare wood;
Time-worn wooden flesh, leave me be.
I have wiped out the red night and lit a blaze
You wish you could take the bird outside
and set it free
that is false as a drunk’s promise
to loan you his car next week.
You will not let him in. He would keep you from sleeping.
A black fungus springs out about the lonely church doors—
the set pieces
of your faces stir me—
Lately your eyes have shut
down to a shade more durable than skin’s
You are the beautiful half
Of a golden hurt.
I am an animal. Do not come anymore.
*** poem inspired by the song “Civilian” by Wye Oak. This is a found poem, some lines do not belong to me.***