You haunt my bones like an old song I can’t remember.
In the narrow stillness separating instants,
you linger like a hundred words stuck in between my teeth.
In the sliver of time intervening light and dark
we tear each other to pieces in the frenzy of dying light
and the terror-laden ache of a foreign hunger.
But come the dawn, you’ll get up from your skinned knees,
wipe the blood from your nose, and gobble me up like so much
oxygen in your lungs. And I will await the dusk, again.