“This is how to feel,” and I feel it,
hard, like a sunken stone in my stomach.
The wolf in my throat chokes,
gnaws it like a bone, raises its haunches
and howls with a blood-speckled maw.
You taught me how to feel
and I whimpered like an animal –
Now only the hunt.
Now only the endless trembling.
Is this how you imagined it?
The twisting of a head –
towards the moon or towards the dirt?
No. Only this:
shaking, shaking, shaking –
to see which breaks first:
your spine or my jaw.