The Beautiful Zoo Where No One Says I Love You

We are all prey here. Soft-bellied and slow. But at night we dream we

are leopards and stalk the stars. It’s a beautiful zoo, but there’s no one

here to say I love you. We all pray to be delivered but delivered from

what we wonder.

And then the moon burns like an orange ember, and one of us goes

mad and believes the dream, chases his tail in his sleep, devours it,

disappears in front of our star-stunned eyes.