back when i didn't select my own wardrobe,
my father took me to the zoo, mostly to show me how
miserable the world can be.
a she- wolf traced infinity in the miserable dust
inside her pathetic enclosure.
i wonder if she was waiting for someone to call.
or trying to convince herself that anything
worth longing for ( the hunt. fresh smell of snow, distant
smell of musk or smell of condensed air outside
the panting mouth of a certain gray he-wolf whose tail,
she remembered, always swung slightly further
left than right. ) never existed.
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