your tongue is a cat catching

itself in a mirror

scratching

in inner intervals

a tiny tiger

praying for prey

in place of peace

pacing

playing at placing

a piece piercing

pleasure please

your heart’s here hearing

hearth and hurt hurtling on

on onyx wings

swing westwards

wings

swinging and singing

of swans swimming

your heart is a tiger cat

your car is a hurtling death trap

your house is a hire

a high mire on fire

your chords are cords

you cut your curt curdling

meow yowling

of how howling horses

want out

out

out

all our outs

sharp shards of your claws

shredding icey floes

back in your forwardness

leaping for every shadow box

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