My dead wife is like a sabertooth tiger, sturdily built, broad bones,

her mouth totally unhinged. It hangs open in the wind screaming

without end.

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.