Dont call on me
there’s a crouch in me today
and a hunger for meat
there is no corralling
the unhived bees
i am edgewise on the threshold
i am poised for dissent
the opening pause
the slam
the whistle
next
what dream did I undream that unlearned me to dance?
I want to put my head down
I want to close my eyes
Don’t call on me
reckless
I am abandoned
