it’s the dark, she says
crying, while all around us
the dark, the dark
*
same moon, same sky,
same woman, same why,
a crow flies by
*
behind every door
another door, this one
no light underneath
*
not once does the snake
look back at its skin and say
gee, I miss it
*
so much beauty
cannot be seen
without the dark
*
mama, she says,
there’s a window in my head
I kiss her there