DREAMS
9.6.20
Foxes are more spider than dog
weaving about fate’s web when she’s out for dinner
it’s that magic that sets us apart from Coyotes
the mischief giggle from Hyena’s cackle
go ahead, let the old Jaguars roar, let them bear their teeth, and show off their claws
i’lll bathe them in confidence,
highlight their spots and whiskers
I’ll comb out their fur, polish their canines
and when i’ve made you feel
bigger than the character based on you
you’ll purr into my chest “friend”
using it like a punctuation mark
we both know, i’m not the one who needs telling
like the last ditch effort to hold on to the laws youve made for yourself
like pictures aren’t dignified without their frame
like you’ve realized the fragility of the mirror
is not a weakness
but a finess
that can, and will
cut you.