Summer whine

Groaning thing I love the half of me Grendel’s mother
that wandered around, part ogre and part Mary.
I don’t know which army I labor in, my cult of self
or the kingdom animalia the thing I love inherited
from every wide jungle on Earth. Exorcised away
from their habitat, her head, and into her home
and mine, the patter and bark and threats cloy
the walls, my ears, and as of late my days anew.
Sentence: a bunk and three meals a day shared
reluctantly with a falling house of feral children, all.


~ by Jeremy on May 29, 2012.

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