I will make myself a husband,
and rest my head
on the lion’s tongue.
With this fence I thee wed
the deer tail twitching in her bed
of blood-stained leaves.
Let this make us safe
to kiss and wake in the bright light
of science. Let us place too much
stock in our own resilience.
Let us experiment. Let us embrace
and make pets of our differences.
Dear orcas who can see all the way
inside our guts. Dear mice who kill snakes
too cold to fight. No one is safe
in nature. Let us live there together
distracted as feral bees untethered
from their keeper. Our work is better
when we’re kept. Let us be needy
and also full. A crown of kinglets
ringing the suet. Let us forget.
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