Saturday, July 26, 2025

ANIMAL CONTROL

As an idea, love 
is an easy one 
to hold; 

it's fun to imagine 
bold gestures, 
kind words. But 

when you finally 
catch it, it bites
and scratches—

it soils your lap 
with its piss 
and turds—

and the second 
you loosen 
your grip, it disappears 

down a little burrow 
where you're too 
stout to follow. 

And you say,
I've learned my lesson,
but you haven't 

learned a thing.
So you'll wait 
at the entrance

all night if you have to—
just to be near it,
just to participate.

In the rain, 
in the wind—
you're exultant 

to do it—you'll keep 
this holy vigil. You will 
softly sing.