I dream of Roadrunner all the time

and in the mornings

it’s the beep-beep of the alarm clock

that reminds me of him.

With my bulging eyes

and body braced

for the endless descent into the void

I reclaim my name: Hunter.

 

V

 

All I ask is for

The chance to speak to him.

For him to let me explain

how strong this love is.

Just one moment for me.

And when he says beep-beep

to feel he’s not mocking me.

 

VI

 

Tomorrow is a big

birthday for me.

My only wish is to wake up

to find I’m the Roadrunner.

I want to see me

like he does.

 

IX

 

My friend Pablo

phoned me up.

He already knows

about my dark obsession

and he disapproves.

He brought me a photo album

of beautiful naked coyotées

which I leafed through politely,

feigning interest.

It made him feel better

and let me practise hiding this strange fascination,

this descent

into the impossible.