My dead wife is like a sabertooth tiger, sturdily built, broad bones,
her mouth totally unhinged. It hangs open in the wind screaming
I can only talk to her in hallucinations. In my dreams I hear her
snarling all the time.
But I love her, love her to bones to dust love her past extinction
love her ten thousand years without her, great frightening girl
with lovely golden head and bouncing thighs. I love her until she
sighs like a cat, walks through the walls of hell to me, sleeps at my
feet purring until we're both asleep under the warmth of her skin.