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WOLVES IN MY KITCHEN


every day i get up at dawn, just to self-harm,

feeling like the new wolf in my kitchen


like the one that i saw, the only one

inside of that house tripping out—


and i see everything that i knew about myself

was just delusion—


needles and pins,

waking up my limbs from the outside in,


so, i’ll go all inside out again

disorderly


(previously published in Filth Lit Mag)

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