Grace

what this world has left me
is a
pen

and you know more than I
that it’s
not enough

but in the room
with unlocked doors
I crouch

and tigers rear up
on haunches

feeling wounds beneath
fur long ago
I inflicted

where shadows once lept
I fold envelopes of doom

sending them off to the
boarded up town of love

while the tigers
surround my bed
prrrrring