They leave me, as I leave them:
flesh, bones, blood,
violated corpses,
fossils of flies and insects
that do not last a day.
A half mind searches
another half,
half understood
by the other half,
a half-eaten butterfly, tastes
honey, searches
for its prey,
a worm on a leaf (eating,
being eaten) decomposes
into soil—
names and forms—
diffuse and erase.
Be always safe,
Karen
Regis