The black snake is dead in the road.
is gone, or nearly, his body divided
the birds. I have left you and we are
how the small chameleons broke
as they fled the screen porch, shedding
with you now is what you know of me.
because I wanted you to love me.
in the drawn shade, the nest of their limbs
onto the porch, waking the wasps beneath
of sparks, humming, tipped with gold.
loved as a man and woman. What was left
what has killed the snake as I don’t
or thought I did. I let the scavengers
nothing has a sex. I am learning whomever