the zoo is closed the last species exited through a hole in the sun. ate a palm's worth of cheerios & cut the chord. lizard ghost shadows skitter across the bathroom floors. i am here to kingdom myself. or, was i supposed to meet someone? all the keepers have gone to heaven & left their boots & their shovels. when i was little i used to want to fall into a lion enclosure & see what would happen. now, i sleep there & futilely hope for their return. when i say i want to be devoured i mean piecemeal. one limb at a time. you know they can't keep sharks in captivity. they go insane & die. here is where the giraffes used to whisper-talk with god & next door is where meerkats dug holes to hell. i want to evolve faster. coat of fur. maybe a tail. maybe a long hibernation i could wake from & forget most of the terrible things. in the giftshop i pick out trinkets i would give to the monkeys. windup toy. claw. bouncy ball. you know i wish we'd stayed like that. yes, i know we weren't actually monkeys but imagine how soft a life could be in a world of orangutans. maybe i'm idealizing them. maybe we would always find modes for cracking terrain open. once, i saw the moon cry. once i saw the moon bleed & collected the thick blood in a little mason jar. if i could see the animals in their cages one last time i would release them & let them destroy whatever they wanted. take apart street lamps. nibble on clouds. we all need a release. on all fours i roam the bear enclosure & try to remember what an afternoon is supposed to feel like. i used to meet people. i used to eat from their palms. we used to trade favorite animals & dream about future cages. now, only the floors remain & i am just a fixture. i slip into the bird cages to search for a single yellow feather i can melt for butter. i find none but i do see snake tracks. smooth traces pulled through the sand. i could get used to life on my stomach. come visit me. i want to be peered at. i wanted to be all your boxed up dreams. bring feed in a plastic cup. bring a necklace to snap at the crux. what animal do you want to be?