she whispergrowls to me
in some language
that is neither hers nor mine

she growls in my ear
and her weather-worn fingers
are on my shoulder

I laugh and breathe all at once
as she growls and bites the air

i ask
“are you a lion or a tiger?”

I’m a pirate”


a language hers and mine

July ’07 


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