Whatever our bond–
vomiting, lethargy, seizures
–the way to a woodland
creature’s heart 
is through its stomach
I throw grapes at your mouth

Can you be tamed
It is practically impossible.

You need some help 
You don’t know I love you
You are scuttling around 
With no mama in sight 
I want to make you a stew
I want you to be well

Can you lie down
and quit scratching the floor

Here’s some popcorn
For your ennui
Heart palpitations
Noon sweats
For all your Victorian ailments
Overwrought and high-strung

Can you remember–
Wait!

Look at how the sun
hits the trees
and lights up
its crown!
Look at all this Cibola!
Look at this El Dorado!