a free poem from a poet
Like Olympia’s black cat, tucked in the myrtle shadows,
Arching her back as if winter creeps up her tail, we
Understand there is beauty and fiction before us.
A Rare event: Expanding the frame, the illusion
Erased, and all that is left is this hunger that drives us,
Nature biting at our necks, a beastial want for more.
