Monday, April 09, 2012
WE HAVE A WOLF
circling us like an unsecured debt
and it looks as hungry as its corporate logo.
We have empty mouth holes while its mouth is full of teeth.
We have a threatening apparatus.
We have fright.
Don’t you? Doesn’t everyone?
We have a plot device, a precipice, a cavern of lost wishes.
We have an element of surprise—
out of rejection, a fistful of cherry blossoms, an embrace,
sky-blue silken gown falls to earth. Underneath, fur.
We have a Timberwolf, and no-one is punished.
We have a wolf named desire. We know what it means
to go without and, as long as we are here,
the wolf will never want for anything.
So, how do you starve it?