a letter to wolf that calls itself a boy:
sometimes I wonder if the shiny people you’ve met in college have begun to question your large teeth and hungry demeanor.
the way I never did.
I think about how I fit you perfectly back then. you took up the entirety of any room you were in. and I made myself so immeasurably small next to you.
I think about what I would say to you now. over the years I have only collected words of hate for you. with the strength and knowledge I’ve gained I’ve begun to see you for what you were all along.
sometimes I wish you could see me for what I have made myself now.
the long hair you once loved is buzzed off.
my body now scattered with tattoos.
I now hold myself with a confidence that should strike fear in bloody wolves like you.