June 9, 2024

happy anniversary to the wolf

i saw grinning on the shoulder of highway 17 near ignace that one time

i believe you are still out there in some kind of way, just as i am. i think i understand now, finally, what you can have if you don’t want it too much. anyway, i want you to know that next time, i’ll go with you: at night when the house is quiet i can hear the sound the trees will make when they knit back together once we leave the road and enter the forest. like the zipper at the back of a dress, pulled slowly up, or down.