December 8, 2012

Blood


Requests
come daily
on my phone:
to friend, follow, like
someone.
Like gamblers
counting chips,
they will add me
to their pile
of unknowns.
We were once all warmed
sitting by the fire, eating
the same butchered game,
sleeping together
under the same cold stars.
Now, in the glow
of my luminous screen,
I accept every request,
follow everyone back,
like them all,
my new blood,
wailing
with the joy
of being born.

11/7/12