fern capella

we’re like snakes dug
in a hole together
cold blooded and lonely
silver textured and
shedding skins
breeding for the company
touching to percieve
and never leaving
 
we’re like two species
of fowl, one edible and weak
other all feathers
and hard beak
both beyond speak
just rustling to give notice
we’re still breathing
 
we’re like tigers
in a zoo, rolling
in our own shit, kicking up dirt
and growling away
the gawkers at the accident
of our captivity
but with you next to me
this hell is almost pleasing