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She Wolf
At midnight
paws crunch the snow
need to tear and bite
with my very sharp teeth
need iron flesh taste in mouth
growl at my mate, my pups
try to stay away from open spaces
and the hunter's rifle
my daughter laughs, says,
“Mommy had a weird hard day.”
I smell the smooth place behind her ear
rest with her till heart stops pounding
son holds my paw, because it's, “too cold.”
It's then that I know
I won't be a wolf forever
Performance at Bloomington Art Center (September 2006)
©2006 Sue Kunitz
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The Poetry of Sue Kunitz