The vampire bat listens
for a vein. Heads pounding, we seek
each other in the fragrant room.
When the vertigo loosens
I can hear myself clearly: Cold sweat,
blood hurrying toward the hive
in my chest.
In the dark and cold
everything dreams of warmth. Who
carries it. Where do we begin.
Darren Higgins is a writer, editor, and artist living in Waterbury Center, Vermont. A graduate of the Vermont College of Fine Arts, Darren has contributed essays, reviews, interviews, and commentaries to Numero Cinq, Jacket2, Poetry International, and Vermont Public Radio. His poems and stories have appeared in The Iowa Review, La Fovea, Quick Fiction, RAZED, Cosmonauts Avenue, Treehouse, and elsewhere.
