Blind Date
Yesterday the crow
lifted the
stiff/froze squirrel
her
frost-fur a prism glint
this squirrel was
headless
and the crow
didn’t
mention it, each
open to each. Neither seemed
timid in touching, being relieved
of these streaky shades of
pink: neck, tongue
a dawn camouflage. See these
briefly
similar interiors: where
sound once was
housed, then unhoused.
Moments, only moments.
