by Chase Twichell
Suddenly it was clear to me –
I was something I hadn’t been before.
It was as if the animal part of my being
had reached some kind of maturity that gave it
authority, and had begun to use it.
I thought about death for two years.
My animal flailed and tore at its cage
till I let it go. I watched it
drift out into the easy eddies of twilight
and then veer off, not knowing me
I am not a bird but I’m inhabited by a spirit
that’s uplifting me. It’s my animal, my saint
and solder, my flame of yearning,
come back to tell me
what it was like to be without me.