on her way to the hotel.
I saw a hawk on my way
to get breakfast,
and a toad on the back porch.
our animal kingdoms
are inhabited by different beasts,
wild like we are, weird, too,
just doing their thang,
with cold blood or fangs.
we meet on instinct
along November phonecalls,
scrounging for connection,
untamed in talk
and how we see the world.