I wake wanting – it was all
humming, green air, he floated
through the battered walls and rode me
till he had full access to my brain:
then I could smell the wet pavement
of his city, hear its starlings
and bats feeding above the dry aqueduct;
and he could read my tally of failures,
taste the hard water of my birthplace,
its muscadine wine.
He came here to study love.
How to be with a creature who’s forgotten
what it’s like to be bodiless
Before he left, peering into me,
he cocked his head like a parrot
listening affectionately to the drunken rant
of his master. And I felt like a horse
I saw once on a mesa.
Her master had hobbled
her front legs. She threw herself
forward to feed, she could not run.