—OH, MY CHILD, YOU’RE GOING TO TAKE AWAY MY ENERGY

 

 

in the almost-dark

 

 

i’ll meet you in 

the almost-dark 

in a city, slum, anteroom, or 

any field of your choosing

you can wear tentacles or talons 

armor or gossamer 

it doesn’t matter 

my skin is dense enough 

for your confusion or anger 

i’ll pull out the quills 

if you want 

turn the other cheek 

let you speak ill of me 

and my foibles 

just tell me when and where 

but hurry 

because it’s almost dark