I'm getting married, she said
over the phone in her childlike voice
to a really good person.
He came and saw her
every day
when she was locked up
in the nighthouse
I liked her better before, when
her teeth ware bad
and she smiled catlike
with her eyes only...
I liked her dreams
her cameltoe and drawings;
that silence we shared
it was liquid, deep and calm,
rich and full of meaning.
When she nested
under my sink, literally,
at night her darkest tide
held me hostage...
I know I was supposed to be
the great beastmaster
spirit-whisperer, kind and kindred,
instead I was a bit of a beast.
And, afterwards,
after they locked her up again
in that nuthouse,
I never really came to visit, not once...
I was kinda busy with myself, me
The great cameltoe whisperer
