now is an open wound
swords can’t kill a vampire
not even three in the heart
survival is a word
for being more than
alive
and more than death
becoming other
being other
in the mirror the vampire
isn’t you
the way moonlight
refracts
heat in the eyes
in the heart
to give in
the vampire is an outlaw
she will drink her own blood
missing her lover
I appear in a poet’s dream
many years ago
the companion of a vampire
you’re up all night
in the morning it’s sun-raining
like feelings
impossible to face
sun isn’t everything
it takes a wide lens
and murders
without intent