When the Animals
still talk to you after he left town
and you are not yet a fish murderer
stop turning around, thinking he will call you woman.
You wring hands and bills and remember
how he always called you gold.
Fluorescent lights blind and hamsters spin
You miss him the damn green dragon spits.
Your body parts won’t come back. Nor will his.
You haven’t let go says the tortoise.
You don’t know how.
He won’t speak, says the snake.
His tongue and heart no longer yours.
They never were.