The Tyger hunts alone
and when it is not hunting it is dreaming
and when it dreams
the Tyger becomes a shapeshifter
The Human Valve—listen for yours this Valentine’s Day.
Is it a bleeding heart, a bloody one? Or a heart of glass?
Or the pink crystal quartz that the shaman boys and girls like to prescribe? Not big on viscera, but I’m on board with crystalline textures: when held in the light, at the right angle, rose quartz crystals are the first blush of dawn…