The kitten-shaped egg timer on the corner of the mattress beeps and they switch positions. Now she is cradling him. His head rests on her slender left arm; her right arm she drapes around his waist ... [+]
gives no thought to "did" or "should,"
but, ever tense and present, will
plunge forward to her future kill.
We humans run a different race,
and won't let go of our past case;
never far from who we'd been,
like snakes still trapped in prior skin.