woulda, shoulda

in amber i am
rubbed on silk
a charged

primate child
stuck in sap
in a giant world

my blood is still
my neurons dark
my eyes stare out at you

and in your eyes
i take

once i pissed and sang
and if I hadn’t got among
those tall and sticky trees

I woulda
been a woman

now you hold
your trophy, I glisten
like road kill

pecked by crows
that come and go
their glib throats swallowing