We are learning to make fire.
We are learning to hunt animals that run and leap.
We are sharpening sticks into points.
We don’t ever stick to the point.
We argue about slime in the corner of the bathtub.
We retreat to corners. We sharpen sticks.
We run and leap after one another, and quickly change course
To run from one another. I will build you and me into a fire,
To cast your face in yellow so I recognize you
When we return, running and leaping, to the hunt.