The dark

The underlying thing is the dark

And it is everywhere

And the lights go on

But you are not home

There is a red lamb

With black fur on its hooves

The rest of the fur is red

I love you

And you know it

This is the very haze they speak of

So don’t lie to me

Don’t lie to me any longer

The silk of your face

The way it hangs upon me

The red lamb turning into a snake

Or the bitten face turning towards me

I lost everything I had waited for

For you

I didn’t even want you

You were so dark

And you spoke to me

And it was clear

And shaking

I couldn’t help but listen

 

– Dorothea Lasky