for fun, for hunger, for lust, for rage
teeth bared, whipping through the forest
pin one down so the hot blood fills my mouth
“i thought of you, how’s life?” i’ll ask someone
i haven’t seen in decades; or furiously scrawl
an idea, a streak of beauty i saw flying past.
my life is littered with skulls and bones
but if only— recalling pack times, we’d chase
whole herds, slay giant beasts and feast
for moons or starve together. i don’t know
where they are now, except in turgid dreams
or fleeting whims & memories closely chased
6/17/23
rev. 9/27
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