"Plato had defined Man as an animal,
biped and featherless, and was applauded"
Diogenes


Say, little animal
don't be so obsessive

Don't you see it's all right?
Morning is the rat entering at dawn

Haven't you noticed the glove is alive
and there are bones in the doorway

No, little animal
don't say that

Where some come in
others come out

And if it's any consolation
know that yesterday was Thursday

That there will always be a month called September
and porcelain kisses

Say this, little animal
and repeat it in the distance

Is it really true?
look down the length of your hair

And keep calm, little animal
because the sun is round

And play, yes
play, little animal

even if it sounds ugly –
look inside yourself