I stitched my mask of hide- snout- sinew- talon- and rode
the vast savanna to war
in my former life. I was the hybrid. I sewed my brutal double-helix into a child
and packed her boots with greasy wool that felted as she walked in bright
stratified color. Carpathian bronze couldn’t buy her off
when she leapt at the throat of my lover.
Him I called The Lion for his yawn and yellow ringlets.
I placed a Deglet date upon his tongue, I pressed
the golden scarab into amber, straddled all his lap, kissed
my cresset to the yurts of my superiors
and in this life, I think I’d like to do more damage.