sometimes, a cat offers her neck to a wolf
she lays with it exposed , fading in & out of sleep
the wolf doesn’t pretend not to look
he shows his desperation to devour
still, he doesn’t
until
she opens her eyes & blinks slowly at him
‘take it. it’s yours, anyway.’
he’s ravenous & drooling
he doesn’t touch her
she rolls over & sleeps
he sleeps next to her
when she curls up , right on his chest
she knows his eyes are on her
neither moves , neither breathes
he bites & she smiles












