the heavy hound
who thinks he’s a lap dog.
you come to me
with things in your teeth.
when I come to you like that
I never remember it.

what makes you different makes
you strange makes
you potentially dangerous.
this valley is dark,
this valley is uncanny,
this valley is overgrown
with things that can’t thrive in the light.

I don’t act like someone
whose come back from the dead.
but, no but, I just don’t.
I come close. kind of often
I come close. and closeness
is what started all this.

I keep my lips chapped
so I can dart my tounge out at any time
and make them sting. what makes you different
is probably some of...