Another for the Young Woman at the Front Desk
Good morning I just need to tell you that last night they told me they wanted you I ran with the wolves and they howled your name like a legend licked at the salt of the moon Eyes all a glow panting their breaths into an arctic wind The stars are old bones from prey gone past Yes they want you Yes they shall deny it to your face they will What shall we talk about today I can still feel them panting watching us like we were campers around a fire slick hair darting eyes and a suit Brief case ready for another day of desolving humanity What are we doing here Sometimes I wonder if the wolves are our shadows or our harbingers hungry for their day