Dear Owl
you have big eyes
feathers that stick in all different directions
you wake up
your panties are funny
You hear
the sounds words make
as they plead for life
that’s all that remains
of the language of language
O Owl
among leaves
what is this forest
of “letters,” black light
of unintelligible suns
I cannot see
who I am
who you are
the difference between good and evil
the end of human desire
how to tell the truth
and why
Is this my life
Are you in it
poetry 