![By Viviane Sassen](https://theoffingmag.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/14744629786_a332d68c1a_h.jpg)
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