The Bats Are Out
       for Virginia Saketas

Why could you trust a man? The night has let the bats out My eyes are full of cat’s sand The punches of the day which had been tangled in dusk push through to befire my body all temporary Why could you trust a man? What is your corruption? The bats are out unquelled by death’s violent spit or the otherguess of the dark covering the boy of me Twiggy the black rabbit is here again grown to street-corner-size monsoon-size after a year away with the shuddering Hello Twiggy! The bats are out and the cats are in my eyes like cold listeners to the defiant life in which I exact myself and steal back pardons