(After UA Fanthorpe)
Whirlwinds into my house
tapes birch tree branches
to bedroom walls
This type of love is feral
second language random
first language play
It has mangoes
for breakfast in October
wraps legs around mine
like vines holding on
to the other for dear life
This love knocks on my door
at midnight
serves berries with salty broth
charts the life of falling leaves
through the nectar of dripping sweat
and a series of freckled red women
It travels through the melody
of lime green fruit bowls
to the sound of the clarinet
and reaches for electricity
so the heart can continue
to catch fire