getting lost as the sun fades
i choose
to walk deeper. soon i
am darkness and animal eyes.
i am afraid
and ready.
ambivalence to living is not the
same as wanting to die.
it is okay
to fear pain,
to grasp a stick tense and sharp.
to fight.
and it’s okay to drop
weapons and be soft.
be prey.
the earth will not speak
with your hand around her throat.
open and wait until,
sightless
you see that comfort
is a prison.
