Bats and Other Nocturnal Animals
after Face of Mental Illness, Photography Year, 1977
Possession is cleaving is desire
is sinking its fangs into rotting flesh
wading in a river of psycho sodomy.
These photos could be scenes from a blues:
woman lying beside a glossy print of Esteban,
legs spread like wings—imaginary love;
woman curls against sopping
wet tiles bent on tracking drip drops
to their final resting place.
Through a glassless window in the door
light hovers above her breasts—crop circles.
She shutters as the flashbulb pops,
asks if my lens ever captures lost wishes,
asks if I am the kind of drunk who wets
the bed and leaves my lover soaked.
I just want to take your picture, I whisper.