fauna
sometimes i see him in
the silos, the cornfields,
the boy that made me
yearn for the domestic
silk hair hangs low
enough to graze the back of my neck
sometimes if i try
i can still ghost out the perfume
i caught a glimpse of you
through your cracked door one time
i caught a glimpse of you
reckless behind the wheel,
silent in my green jacket
i caught a glimpse of you in the way
your mother knew
you were—
and i am so sorry
Justin Thyme is a New York-based poet and zookeeper, hailing from Wisconsin. He is currently studying music in hopes of one day defeating sound.