you a wonder,
you a city
of a woman.
you got a geography
of your own.
somebody need a map
to understand you.
somebody need directions
to move around you,
you not a noplace
mister with his hands on you
he got his hands on
Lucille Clifton, What the Mirror Said
When I hear of you roaming upcountry, hungry, alone,
I tell everyone you are myth, and I think so myself
most of the time, and I wish you were, yet I love
the sight of your pawprint in the dirt. Some say you are
a threat to us, but I don’t care. We’re a greater threat
to ourselves, and you could never endanger us
as we endanger you. I apologize for what we’ve done
and will do. I curse the fool who brought you here—
one of us, of course. We are willful, stupid species,
and our own intelligence is our greatest delusion.
I wish you food, untainted by poison, unspoiled by traps.
I do not wish you a companion, although another fool
already plans to smuggle you a mate. Don’t ask me
how I know this. I am human. I know how we think.
I wish you stealth. Run fast and far when you see us.
We mean you no good, and I don’t want you dead
or in a cage. I want no more killing or cages.
Speak only in the night, for your loneliness will raise
ears and arms. If your fate is a cage, I wish you
good food and a short life. If you are lucky, I wish you
solitude and a short life in our green hills and gulches
far beyond eyes that haunt you, for some still believe
killing you will end their doubts and make them men.
Eric Paul Shaffer, Big Paw: Black Leopard in Exile on Maui
Twilight - Haruka Nakamura
Things I never told you
by the way
annoy the shit out of me, god damn son
“when the sun goes down the light reflects off the glass and it looks like the buildings are on fire”