things i forgot about when i met you:
succulents, shaving half my hair in
straight or curved lines. i am forked like lightning
within a single starved head. i lose my scent.
i want to slick a ring through my nose and gore you
on the horns. that is how practical i am.
you are not better than snow.
you are not better than baby animals.
i am swallowing books like krill
and one day my vocabulary will be so
nourished and grown i will find the
proper way to tell you how full of shit you are.
i know i'm not pretty. i'm a bandit.
a little vandal. a boy in the body of
a girl. a girl in the body of a beast.
some hunter you are.