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The Wolf Eats

When the full moon asks, the wolf turns
its emptiness inside out and fills up
the moon inside the belly. Flesh
is plentiful. The earth has made so much
flesh. It is the one thing
emptiness does not tire of, flesh.
It is not precious. It is not
precious, flesh. It is more plentiful
than ever before, flesh. Emptiness demands
so much. Emptiness requires
all. The wolf listens, tracks, senses
emptied of all but emptiness. There is no end
to it. Everything the wolf owns
is spent as the wide open open.  The wolf
eats and eats until the moon is full
enough to ask for more. There is always more;
it is the one song the wolf has written, everything
the wolf owns is stolen from a mouth
swallowing a mouth swallowing a mouth.

    - by Cassandra Whitaker