"she is the wind…"

she is the wind you never leave behind black cat you killed in empty lot, she is smell of the summer weeds, the one who lurks in open childhood closets, she coughs in the next room, hoots, nests in your hair she is incubus face at the window she is harpy on your fire-escape, marble figurine carved in the mantlepiece. She is cornucopia that wails in the night, deathgrip you cannot cut away, black limpid eyes of mad girls singing carols behind mesh, she is the hiss in your goodbyes. Black grain in green jade, sound from the silent koto, she is tapestry burned in your brain, the fiery cloak of feathers carries you off hills when you run flaming down to the black sea