there is a hare in the forest
a clump of lady’s mantle
I will eat with you eat you
on this curved surface
eyebrow sprouting
but the seraphin are in pieces
even with a donkey at my feet
and a blue tiled floor
I am bewildered
dropping clothes
running
can we not choose happiness
a white bird with outstretched wings
european woods and porphyry
I keep my mace close
like my heart it is blue bulging
I refuse to be owned by desire
live in a cage of my own making
or yours
this beauty is on loan
the rest
a toothless spotted horse