“are
you
in
there?”

[or have
you migrated,
at last?]

i’ve found
myself
sticking
my toe
in your tank
from boredom.

“will something
bite me?”

“can you?”

—

i see you
gnawing
on that
carcass.

she won’t
be enough
for the
likes
of you.

i know
your
appetite.

and
i wonder,

“am i
not the
proper
bait
for you
anymore?”