|Martha Silano [Escape Into Life]|
Martha Silano from Ploughshares, Winter 2013-14:
Wolves Keep in Touch by Howling
and I keep in touch
with you're pissing me off
you're pushing my buttons
I'm not interested in rescheduling
Listen! Do you hear that?
That's my tongue licking
a laceration, a bloody metacarpal,
a fracture; that's my nasal baritone,
my UUUUU unfurling your foothold.
Wolves keep in touch,
and I with my keen sense
sense extirpation (necrosis
suspected; necrosis likely). I scent;
I fant; I phalange; I from helicopters;
I for sport; I greedy chew my foot off;
I trickster; I snout. Wolves howl
in the smoothest of coats, guard hairs
shining, repelling the sopping.
Hackles raised, tail rigid, I'm fixing my stare
on the adamant, my ears to each leaf
as it falls.