Dahozhoni Meadow Here where I once

she eats. this placates the python; something about providing food has always struck him as the highest echelon of altruism. as if by eating together, they enter some sort of mutual kinship. 

he likes his language, spoken in her voice; the words lilting off of tongue. it’s exotic and exciting; if sharing food pleased him, learning someone else’s language speaks of a commitment soto cannot ever replicate. 

no, he shakes his head gently and pantomimes. comida. she is growing, and needs more than he; plus something about the rough gusto of her going at it, bloodsplatter around her, is sensational to witness. 

he inhales, air cold as it rushes like riverwater down his throat. 

if only marciela could see him now.