Thursday, February 9, 2017

Poem: Tell the Wolves

the wolves are howling
tell them
I'll be out in a minute.

I just need another second
with these warm sheets
with this serenity
this human self

before I walk out
dress myself in full moon
rip away my skin

and lope away with them

tell the wolves
i'll only be a minute
i just need

to remember what it is to be outside
to be me
instead of this quiet
human mess
between the sheets

tell the wolves
i haven't forgotten
i just need
a minute.