Exit
It is a monster in the dark places
we think we don’t go
but we live there, don’t we
the bones of our flesh
rotting until we turn,
light on our faces,
and leave (our crouched posture
ready to spring and creep
in shadows of decay)
and take one step forward
toward what is strange
and must be good:
a broad open space without
walls and lack and
competition for love.