She was born a creature of
finely tuned antennas
A slight change of her mother’s mood
A head tilt from her mate
A twitch in her father’s eye
Her whole world would vibrate
How does such a creature
Teeth out what’s her own?
Her emotion is soaked and marinated
Along with others’ secrets
She is a jar of pickles
One night
She climbed up a white mountain
With no light
No guard
No one
The moon called out to her
She was drunk for the first time
From the translucent oneness
The burdens of overbearing and alienating signals
Sucked right out of her
A wolf
She turned into a silver wolf
Howling into the dreams of
A scared little girl
