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
shape
once i pissed and sang
and if I hadn’t got among
those tall and sticky trees
I woulda
shoulda
been a woman
now you hold
your trophy, I glisten
like road kill
pecked by crows
that come and go
their glib throats swallowing