Very quick. Very intense, like a wolf at a live heart, the sun breaks down. What is important is to avoid the time allotted for disavowals as the livid wound leaves a trace leaves an abscess takes its contraction for those clouds that dip thunder & vanish like rose leaves in closed jars. Age approaches, slowly. But it cannot crystal bone into thin air. The small hours open their wounds for me. This is a woman’s confession: I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me.
