… see my fury reflected in his fear soaked irises as he realizes he is not the predator here.

The thing I want to see // in a dream // is me // singing I am something new // I am something new // I am something new.

The mosquitoes have started unshelling…

a primitive hunger that cannot be / satiated with small brown bits of kibble

I looked up information on cardinals, and when I found out that cardinals didn’t migrate, that you could have generations of the same cardinal family in your yard…

I could say I wasn’t like this, / that love isn’t so pavlovian

tonguing my anger, briefly animal

I am told, where I now stand, serpent is God of water and before time…

The Soft Serve Snake is both playful and has a deeper (possibly disturbing) message about trust and appearance.

The mystery of where sea turtles go for their early years has been solved…

Upon release their flight / stutters with turbulence slight

Someday I’ll hold a tea party for my adopted child, prince(ss), / and talk of historical affairs like the present I am in.

now to those million bugs / you’re still here, still vibrating / in their bellies

In the cave I am a bear living / with a tiger.

There is an inside joke among you (about gills) and / it gets better each day it’s a kept secret from us