his gaze is as sharp as his tongue
but the king just looks,
searching for the signs.
please find them
please see me
please just see me
I have been here all along
it has been me all along please just
see
me
HOWL
I do not think he sees me
I think he sees only the wolf
his eyes are wide, glittering like a river
after a thaw, ice-cold and almost weeping.
he turns back to the knight:
‘no’
at least I think that’s what he says
‘it’s impossible’
except his knight in green disagrees,
repeats his claim, gestures to the lady:
‘if anyone will know it’s her’
and all I want to do is howl and run
and flee the fragile hope inside me
it’s too human for this skin it doesn’t fit
it feels like something I shouldn’t be capable of feeling
wolves are canny beasts but hope,
hope is a human lie, and with it loss and grief and love
and after all
I
