on the hunt

& your skin was like mine of course, guilty of trespass.
to be inside of something & not worry if you are welcome
is a blessing that only comes with arrogance. or amnesia.
the way freckles dance on your face when you laugh with or at
my lack of better judgement is something like this.
see what i’ve turned away from: the interstate, the chickenwire fence
& all the guilt they were built on, or in place of.
say the fact that we are existing atop all these bones is a testament to this.
say if you are not there to suck out the last bits of marrow from our collective kill
there just will be another desperate animal coming out of the forest to take your place.