Up over the foothills a wolverine
is giving away his hide to the highest
bidder, an auction to protect what remains
of the alpine. Extinction a generosity
he can’t survive. You sleep through
his livestream. I can tell you are too
far gone for dreaming. In the dream
you aren’t having, I stumble through
the darkness and can’t be seen.
In the dream, I call out, Do me a favor,
sleepyhead. Describe for me
this world as if you love it.