i knew you
in another life
& hated it;
finding myself,
in between your eyes,
choking—
thinking in new water,
we’re the last ones left
unable to take deep breaths;
bleeding from the mouth
till the heart softens over 
& our carved wings lapse
            (to fall)
from mounted cattle
we hung pride by the door
this side of the Kentucky river
i think about wrong times &
the dilema of dying young
Anything but being a victim