As in all good stories, you walked
into the wolf ’s mouth and you were born:
when they found you, you had wrapped
yourself in the hide. You thought, everyone forgets
the skin is the body’s biggest organ. You thought,
one heart can house another. And so you stood
in a body, and you called the body yours:
no one remembered your family. No one
had heard of your town. You walked
into the wolf ’s mouth and you were lost:
as in all good stories, they claimed
you for their own.
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