may the wolves

 I wanted to write “stay”
on your sides, surround
your bed with oceans
of salt. I hope he folds you
into a fox, loves you
like a splintered arrow,
brandishes the kill
of your lips. May the bouquet
of your hips wither.
May the wolves
forget your name.

- J. Bradley 

love wild

Until the lions have their own historians, the history of the hunt will always glorify the hunter.
- African proverb

(Image: Lion drawing by JuRo on Etsy)

this is what really happened

I am the one who took you inside & wrote you down.