Vivid
all I remember
is that man
that man whom I have never met
my eyes have only grazed his pictures
and all so vivid
being high against the wall
those peering eyes over the door
the soft brown-blond hair
the feel of his lips
knowing he was so wrong for me
I had thought he was so good
too good for that
but his mouth was so, so dirty
I was so young
but all he wanted
was to be alone with me
and I wanted the same
all I remember
are the coyotes
that they were once our friends
the little ones
looking more like tiny hedgehogs
pretending not
to be able to walk
could suddenly run like the wind
and I remember
opening the door
to let in one person at a time
my brother
my cousin
and then finally my mother
because she screamed
and that was the last thing to
fade from my mind
when I woke up to the smell of burning rubber
and a rotting little body.