STILL LIFE AFTER HUNTING
When the groomed rabbit
hanging on the quicklime wall
in that distance –

some pastels bursting
like a patrons
on the magnolia caffee table

I woke you slept
just morning train goes
you woke I back

In my dreams
everything more than pain
colors like guns –

oil on the canvas
behind me happening's a hunt
three strokes like shoots

I found his clothes
moufle hunting boots busby
I sit like a dumb animal

When you came to me
with winter I shook –
nights safe me

grass taste on my tongue
you stiffen in the front door
I run to kitchen run run