of an animal mind
inside our animal bodies
there is a tumbling fire:
it roves our skinwalls
like a lighthouse,
it creeps across us
in waves of tingling
it accumulates in the folds
of our darker parts
this is why we will never
be separate from them: i
have always felt this heat,
and seen it in every feral
eye i found: we are all
wild. our jowls fill with
purpose. we know the rules
of the hunt: kill or give
yourself to the light.
the blood in your teeth
is the trophy of your
own trembling existence.
i like glinting in the brake:
i am in wait.
the darkness and the light
hum in unison inside me,
they are binary and seethe
with equal fervor: i am free.
a motion
you give your eager motion
to the salty requirement
of being alive: it is a
terrible dance we all hate
the steps of. there is no
thing so impossible, to you,
as the inaccurate roundness
of the moon. the way she
balloons makes you believe
in the candor of science.
i calculated the apex of your
natural life and you were
disappointed. surely not
so long to wait! the light
grows tiresome and i am
late for the party. the clouds
are moving now: they shuffle
together like a deck
of cards.
the tincture will not reverse the feathers
my lungs are full of feathers
&when i inhale i begin to flutter
everso upwards, the light thickening
on my tongue like a syrup:
i am becoming a bird from the inside out!
there is a tincture that coats me like a nightgown:
they have given it to me to reverse this process.
but i feel hollow quills growing
in my throat: my teeth elongate everso
unnoticeably and harden towards a beak.
in the places i used to feel sexual now
i feel only the throb of coming spring.
and sky, o sky! you are mine and i am yours
and soon we will rub our bodies together and
we will taste the salt of each other and crash
like waves into each other as long as we live.
my bones are emptying of marrow.
now there are the hollow spaces
in to which i stuff wild tufts of air
&my fingers grow too long and thin
to do human work.
David Courtright is a young poet & musician from Atlanta. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Marco Polo Quarterly, Barrier Islands Review, and The Sun Magazine.
