Thursday, January 6, 2011

At Least

Loneliness is fierce tonight. I had not
expected him to be as hungry as he is, but of course
I would be too were I ignored
for months.
I almost wish he were not mine. He feeds
on things that must be done

and rent checks. Guilty for forgetting,
I pet and serenade him, singing slow songs
and wishing secretly for the sun’s strong hand.

At least
this dark creature biting my elbow is faithful
and mine.