the Wolf Trap
7: Hannibal (2013)
roommate identifies STRONGLY with
sweaty, sad-eyed, sick man of
a million dogs from Dog Name, VA.
(have you taken the Which Character
quiz? they got Will Graham, me
i’m the dead
March sister; I wanted to be
Jo when i was little,
but you turn 13, and things take a turn indeed)
y’know, it’s nice to romanto-comedize the urge
to turn the haters into windchimes, hearts sublime,
paintbrush’s turpentine and mushrooms divine,
totemic altars and dysaemic pallors and
dystomic fault lines faltered
and all, but it still kind of sucks to be
the one hook-line-and-sinkered, the one
with their stinking ankle in the toothy trap,
the gummed-on remnant cooked off the bone,
y’know?
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Great poem! I like tone of first half and the swagger of the second.