Clinging onto Prose

A Sequence of Unexplained Demeanors

10/17/17

I think a curse will

befall the angels when

demons fall

I can't imagine nothing

when I imagine black

Is running with demons

the same as fighting

with them . . .

My feet are so tired and

my mind is fuzzy when I'm

running in velvet fire

that can drain me but not

kill me

I was whispered by winds,

and I am lost . . . knowing

I have no place to go to

where someone is looking for me

I run farther than before.

Because if a hooded pitohui

is considered mysterious

and possibly dangerous,

you are as free and light

and lethal . . . as a winged pitohui

And I will fall to you ...