UNLUCKY HUNTER
listen to your brittle
talk that tries to sound human
but is so lacking in
social skill it glints like
the black on a crow's wing
in spite of it,
you unlucky sucker,
you hunter you, you
got me
I was a lioness beauty, you
once said, and I (though I
was thinking wild swan)
took it to heart
does it matter that you hate
me for loving you? I know
you, you lying buzzard, you
can hear the music
no matter what you say
and better bullets than yours
have missed my white
breast
you are mine because I can
see myself in
your cracked mirror,
O unlucky hunter with
bullets of wax
your lioness beauty that will
eat you for damned
lunch can hear the music
too
and can see the splendor
in blood things
...And though I've never once, in thirteen years, gotten even a good wish from you on St Valentine's Day, I know that it is simply impossible for you even though you might have once thought that you should. Your job was to stay alive, to absorb whatever sustenance you could from your surroundings. My job was simply to love you.
--Jo VonBargen 2013
listen to your brittle
talk that tries to sound human
but is so lacking in
social skill it glints like
the black on a crow's wing
in spite of it,
you unlucky sucker,
you hunter you, you
got me
I was a lioness beauty, you
once said, and I (though I
was thinking wild swan)
took it to heart
does it matter that you hate
me for loving you? I know
you, you lying buzzard, you
can hear the music
no matter what you say
and better bullets than yours
have missed my white
breast
you are mine because I can
see myself in
your cracked mirror,
O unlucky hunter with
bullets of wax
your lioness beauty that will
eat you for damned
lunch can hear the music
too
and can see the splendor
in blood things
...And though I've never once, in thirteen years, gotten even a good wish from you on St Valentine's Day, I know that it is simply impossible for you even though you might have once thought that you should. Your job was to stay alive, to absorb whatever sustenance you could from your surroundings. My job was simply to love you.
--Jo VonBargen 2013
