Animus

I swallowed a basket of fire.
Made a monster. Danced
With green hooves
Black-soled over your words;
And I burnt. A hundred letters
Made fleece of the yard
Of famished snow; they covered
Everything. Time drenched
And lost in salt; I walked
Crisscrossed over
Mangled streets (broke
Paper hearts
With cloven-feet)
With goatish desperation.

Dale Chou
2005-11-30