Where is this body to be repeated tonight? As usual there had been no announcement. Emerging into a Wolf Day from some barren stairwell, into constant tree noise and the lights of an incomplete moon, the bushes and insects holding their secrets close, the paths veined, their trailheads absent of any promises. Just reading those silver letters. Going onward, unceremoniously, for one of the things not yet named. Stepping through the roughness less by choice than instinct, less with dignity than some poise, trained, hands in the pockets of a lightly ironic coat.

Innocence is a tricked subject. Preparation was the lifetime. Before the first, a dismal constriction of faux errands, sunsets allowed to retire unclaimed behind ivy and brick. The tyranny of those expectant nerves. Vibrations would catch on the jellies of the eyes. Claws retracted, knees scraped. And that dream after the first. Its valence had leaked through the next morning, into the faces of people in the streets of the sharpened commute. In the encounter, a heart-star’s horrific dimming, the saying of “yes” to some volatile flame, its relief or its extinguishment, “yes” said to whichever fate was witnessable, and in this way countless examples drained down the pillars of a building being made irrelevant.

A brief change of clothes. A popular sutra. A budget for the liver, the clock, spatial errors. Fear and devotion at the mind’s fringe, selection and cancellation the freedoms. Focus bent and depleting. No strange knot to be insurmountable. No useful fire without its signature. Justice is enriched by the wet shards of doubt shaved off, solemn in the display of memory accessed by scent years after.

Maybe one Wolf Day will be eaten in private. Until then, blood is made beneath this fate, and the world is committed to its gains. Let love rise. Let the stretch deepen.

Had hands felt along the walls for the door? Is the apple to be eaten on a fire escape? The things we do to countervail Wolf Days broken open prematurely… unregulated helicopters, thickly red repair, the collapsing of all available vouchers. Complicated saviors to comb through the elective darkness. Weird turnstiles, uneasy tethers. Discrepancies, abreaction, lightning. Touch may simplify or collapse the information of Wolf Day. Wellness, encryption, and extremely lost antennae. What is to be done when desire arrives tomorrow, while the body is free tonight? Civilization and placing lights in a row for the mirrorless crown. Grant a chasm, or an eyelash.