We Watched a Special on Werewolves in Wisconsin in Silence, After
The weekend you told me things were only as real as I let them be we went away. I thought I’d breathe cleaner in a place with water, wood and leaves fresh dead with winter. There are times when I am not much more than fur, and noise, and fury. That place where I keep the fists, the fear, the feel of stone teeth against wet skin? The moon can […]
Melancholy Hyperbole 