…zoo tiger

Needed to be alone to feel

like I’m still me

and then I found you

I’m no longer alone

once again

but still me

in a way that hurts sometimes

feels like a strange kind of free sometimes

don’t know what to do with my time

like a zoo tiger

released into the wild

just sitting there

waiting for dead meat

to be served up in a bowl

afraid of the woods

and jungle tigers.

I’d tell that tiger

to just keep walking

barring teeth at the trees

breathing a new kind of air

hunt and forget the bars,

I should listen to myself

but the coffee’s

gone cold and I

don’t know where

you are.

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