Another for the Young Woman at the Front Desk
Good morning
I just need to tell you
that last night they told me
they wanted you
I ran with the wolves
and they howled your name
like a legend
licked at the salt of the moon
Eyes all a glow
panting their breaths into
an arctic wind
The stars are old bones
from prey gone past
Yes they want you
Yes they shall deny it
to your face
they will
What shall we talk about today
I can still feel them panting
watching us
like we were campers around a fire
slick hair
darting eyes and a suit
Brief case ready for another day
of desolving humanity
What are we doing here
Sometimes I wonder if the wolves
are our shadows
or our harbingers
hungry for their day
