with wounded hearts, in ecstasy

and all of the washed-out days,

and all of the bitter ones

sunlight,

but no warmth

no shadows

and what now, when you’ve

become the old man you swore
you’d never become?

listen

two dreams last night, and both

of them about a woman i
loved when i was still immortal,
and so i woke up sick with loss

woke up bathed in the

soft glow of my children

waited until the wolves had

eaten their fill, then
opened the door to let them in