the years between those exhalations

beyond the momentary

departures of dread

the thing happens


hogtied squeal

of throat cut

like air whipped

in bloody circles

all night

the long night

carried far


A whine like the cat

locked out and lonely

a need

a need for you

whining a need for you

still beside me because

you were never there


never here 

inside the sleeping mask

the black hair I twist

around my throat

the long long long

immaculate legs

I will never stuff my legs into


all night

the whole night stretching

out of shape