millennial
folded into dreams. I slide,
slipping down the hill covered with
hallucinatory snow, ice, rain. the vegetation
is carnivorous. everything has teeth.whipping through dark trees, whistling like wind
calling out to the god that has placed me here
like a child forgotten by busy parents.
the schism--good/evil--has less meaning here
o why hast thou forsaken me--The beast moves, god-creature, black as sin
or the inside of eyelids. The plants
writhe and die where it steps. the motion
is immense like whales or faraway stars.my child comes the voice, a motion
of mountains, the scream of a dying galaxy.
The eyes are terrible, prescient, turned
in my direction for the barest of moments.
my spirit withers, I was not built to withstand
this gaze--It passes. I am forgotten.
The rain, the restlessly moving foliage,
the voice of a god receding.
I dance through the grisly trees
freed and dreaming of wind, carnals,
the beauty of abandonment.
A typical Sunday morning:I wake up because Lilith is licking my nose. I raise my blanket and let her crawl underneath, small purring bundle by my tummy. The sun's shining in, I shift and she shoots out from under the covers, licks my nose again and disappears. I turn over, wriggle, and then decide to get out of bed. I put on some clothes and move the car from a parking lot a block away to the front of my house before the parking people decide to make a sweep.
A cup of coffee, a bowl of cottage cheese and some strawberries and I'm feeling right as rain. I call over to Greenwood and get invited over there. Once there, I pile into bed, cuddle with everyone, and help look for apartments in the paper.
It's a good life.
