you can basically call anything poetry
words thrown together to tell
a rhythmic story
of sorts
if only they will
I moved to costa rica
and merged into the rainforest
where the forest rain sometimes
tells you to fuck off
that it’s gonna devour you
I’d already been devoured, though
taken to the depths
and left for all those damn creatures
to clean up the mess
to satiate their nature
the terciopelo hissed at me
yearning to sink its fangs deep into me
convulsing in rapture
at the very thought
the sweet smell of pain
the howlers did what they do
laughing and crying
shaking the trees
and peering, yes peering
into my being
I don’t know how it happened
the jungle and the beach
and maybe the loud, raucous stillness
of it all
the silence of Heaven
but it held me for a moment
rocked me and kissed me
and opened a portal
an invisible passage
a memory
and I knew I would never be the same
