Just look how we circle, a flock
of gulls, vying for love like a tear of fish.
Arched backs, dreadful necks outstretched,
shrieking our greed cries. When
I look this way, ask me when love has
run out on me. Remind me how it clings
like manna to the soles of my feet, how
love, like a dandelion, blankets my fields.