Break-neck Eurasian collared pigeon
pretending predatory instincts
the acute quietness of eating alone

So let me sit and think of
lace-frosted ladyfingers
dusted and dainty on plates I never knew

Too soon to think of taking advantage
the coarse lines wooden trim
tips dark in half-lighted twilight

Hesitate, patient now
forming the words a little awkwardly
the freezer ceases to breathe and moan

Tonight a thousand stars
tonight a dull-lit moon
the backdrop blacker and not as heavy

It’s been so long
since I’ve looked at stars
my eyes tremble in the darkness.