LOVE POEM

c 1980 Tristan Winter

Sit down. You will answer. That’s what sitting down is for.

You’ve been travelling,

collecting time. You have a badge with a name of someone. Who watched for a minute me walk through seas of birch and fern and, having laughed,

eating, gorging on the shore, I me know you understand the sharp perfection of fig mustard, and that you always carry a salt shaker full of of birdsongs.

When you stop a hare watches.

You wear shoes of the finest excrement.

Always here, beyond the window is blue. A slow blade. Nothing could stay within forever.  Even the hunters vomit across the snows. I always saw your face as a cartoon. It was your soul I liked to lick and love. The neighbors who weren’t even neighbors said that there was that day and each a mindkilling stench of human waste. Rest your face on the window again, for biting redemption; there might be more than you’ve thought of. We must charge you for this bullet.

We only exist to kiss you goodnight.