All I Got For Halloween Is Candy

laced with the wolf; the candy ate me. This didn’t happen/until later, after returning home. I took off my Wonder/ Woman costume, which wasn’t even my costume,/I just pretended it was because I had to/ wear a Batman costume because I was a boy/ and not Wonder Woman in search of a girl/ to inspire. At home, later, at the coffee table,/ in the same room where my mother nearly died, where I watched/ Wonder Woman and the news, which was the moon, rising/ in the living room; little me unwrapped candy, one at a time/ and chewed, not understanding the delight/ I felt was delight at being eaten by the wolf, chocolate after chocolate,/ already starting to hate what I was, a body/ in service to mother in service to father who only watched the moon/ while the wolf ate and ate, each bite/ replacing my emptiness with the wolf’s emptiness,/ one bite at a time, consumed by the want of love; my parents/ did not watch while the wolf ate me and ate me/ and swallowed me up while the moon played its games,/ Look at me, look at me, look at me!

Wolf Mirror Dissociation Loop

at every passing, by a mirror, out/ at home, at work, a second pair of eyes/floating on top of a wolfish face, me,/ who knew nothing but what I chose; I chose/ to escape the mirror by growing out/ the beard of my cage and drinking drinking/ until the moon gave up its wisdom; morning/ came, shut me up, put to bed the notion/ of freedom from the wolf which was me/ looking in the mirror, finding me looking/ back, seeking an exit, from the mirror/ which reminded me that I was the wolf,/ which reminded me I wanted escape/ from that which I saw before me, the wolf,/ in the mirror, eyes looking back at me/ from a cage somewhere else, which was me, me ➰