My Shadow

My Shadow

Today I sit by the window

my delusion

spreads—nothing I think

has the quality

of a wounding experience.

I'm lonely because I allowed

you to step on my shadow.

But now that I've crawled out

of the ground I think I'll dance

on your grave.

Is this an angry statement?

You are dead like a great white wolf

who cannot sing, dead

sonofabitch, always mean to me.