Ink-dense nights awash in mythic dog barks.
Area boys watch the lights from passing cars
Dazzle like Dubai, eyes growing
Reckless and large with leaving,
Scars in their stomachs outweighing the risk.
Because I love you, Kuukua, I carve myself
Into a dinghy and sail in the mist.
In every version of this dream,
The horizon glimpsed through the bars,
Is a challenge to the permanence of the cage.