the shrieks and crows that i long for always seem to escape me but your berries are everbearing the sweat and sugar of wild honey on my dusty feet exposed all of my longings i plucked you off and cast the pest into the flooded water receding and though i slept alone those paying for their time will take note of all but the very most discrete watching and waiting for an eye glimmers and tightens into focus I CAN BREATHE I CAN TASTE it wasn’t the same without you there i’m being watched in this house