Flash of fur — wolf burst
out from the highway’s hidden,

forbidden margins.
We saw each other’s fierceness
through the bright and dirty glass.

Loneliness blooms from
sweat. What flowers

Might the outcast know,
queer & ignored by the pack
focused on their own warm throats?

Wolf or coyote,
I dreamt that he was mine though

whimperings call house
dogs to hungry cousins,
feverish cyclones of teeth.

Though hunters lust hides
stripped from bone’s grief. I wanted

teeth bullet-quick, teeth
to call my own, sharp as frost-
bite, and gentle. I wanted

to see you in those
crashing yellow eyes,

plantom baskets
to collect the tender
moon-sick howl of wildness.