on a humid night in early June
it comforts me to think of you 
just below the himalayan snow line
on another walk with yourself. 

what century was it when you last
felt lonely? up so high that the sun
releases pieces of herself like pollen.
cold melting on your hot grey fur. 

like all monsters there could
only be one of you. your ancestors
shaving themselves with the pink razor
until they became human.

blended in. worshiping thinning
air. only you feel her growing pains 
& the way her knees split open with 
ice & stone. covering your foot prints,

keeping you for herself. will
you teach me how to live singularity?
like the center of a black hole,
beyond helms & expeditions & oxygen.

for a moment journeying like you
do, without knowledge of the men
shifting for your skeletons. 
their thick coats & base camps.

326 B.C. when Alexander the great 
demanded the body of a yeti as a piece 
of conquest. the locals knew better 
than to try & take from the mountain. 

i'd like to belong to someone like that.
more than a child or a lover. 

a phantom limb. a threshold guardian,
hanging heart beats like flags
at one of the shrine sites on 
her craning neck. lips pursed. 

i love humans too deeply then, don't i?
too much to take on being a second species.

will it ever be so hot this summer that
temperature comes back around? 
cold, snow pouring in the open window.