Take It
folded wolf
soft flesh beside me, I
am so hot, unfurls into something I know
baby bird above me, wolf
clutched in its beak, I
touch the white skeleton man, push it up, I know
what you want, man-child, wolf
creature, put it in my head, through my head, I
dream in kaleidoscopes, know
love for fractions of seconds, wrap me in sick sweat, wolf
spit, take this burning I
am almost burning--rip me up, make me know.
Holly Day is a travel writing instructor living in Minneapolis, Minnesota, with her husband and two children. Her most recent nonfiction books are Music Theory for Dummies, Music Composition for Dummies, and Walking Twin Cities.