Diet of Blood

by Christian Garduno

A steady diet of blood

I sink my teeth into memories of you

This silence isn’t quiet enough

for exhausted angels to recuperate

The fire is burning white

rising from the charcoal

This night has its claws out for us

screeching into the ether

Separate from your own shadow

blowing out Jardin de Paris candles

Rivers never rush in reverse

butterflies never return into caterpillars

Looking for a loophole in the ocean

when all of the sky turns plum