Their claws dart like tiny flies. Their bodies merge. I play on my flute in the sandbox and my music loses two front teeth. From shipboard I watch her case me or I take her in my arms to stroke her fur. All day, uphill and down, stars, wind surround me.
Wind is a cloud in the sky's groin and the stars half blind behind it, bored of cycles.
Again today I find the gods deceived me. It seems what I thought was my child will be my tomb. The men take off their leopard suits and hunt me. I make my way into the pit, take leaves as head-dress. Leaves as a roof for the smoke stones come to life in.