the unwinding of clocks
reminds me that momentum
is relentless
unless you have
teeth.
Month: July 2021
wolf teeth
what if I told you
there was a wolf
who knew where you slept
and wasn’t afraid
to set his teeth
against your dreams
and make them his.
if you are marked
by intent
(gripped from behind, tangled hair in rugged claws)
would you offer
yourself to the wolf?