Sticks and Stones
Hide your stick
in my hollow pebble
Sticks and stones…
It’s not that rough
No one gets hurt
yet
We swing around each other
You push me
I push you
See my saw
“I see the teeth inside your pebble,”
you say
Clutching
I tell you,
“Put on goggles and explore,”
Find the fossils
other lovers have left
making more teeth at the gate
“Do you need a compass?”
I ask
when you are masked
“No, just an oxygen tank,
I plan to be here
for a while,”
you say.
“That’s good.”
When you come out
“I am a hunter”
you say, holding a piece of my heart
I recognize it.
