Apocalyptic poems, posted every m-f.


i shot him
because i could think of nothing better to do
with the situation

cold and beautiful julie –
you aren’t mine, i don’t own you
but that’s not what it’s about:
it wasn’t jealousy that spurred me

it’s just that
you don’t let a jackal into the wolf pack –
he doesn’t belong there
he will fuck up your hunts and betray you,
his teeth are different
his ears are different
it isn’t good

and if he slinks his way into your pack
through clever manipulation, perhaps
or disguise

then you do what you must
you act the wolf.


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