tiger sanctuary

he wrote a letter home, a little bit about how he felt and a little bit about how he missed me, and some of what he was doing. i guess my favorite part should have been about how he missed me, but my favorite part was when he said, "there are monks there running a tiger sanctuary. you can go there and go sit with them," and i think he meant the monks, but it suddenly sounded like an invitation to hang out with tigers: you can go there and go sit with them, and i'll be here without this separation of a continent and an ocean. and they'll velvet their claws and lie vulnerable on their sides because they'll know it's a safe place, this tiger sanctuary. and we won't worry about the way the world talks about us, because we'll know it's a safe place, the tiger sanctuary. there will be broad green leaves above our eyes.