Werewolf

How must the werewolf feel
as the full moon approaches
to know that his transition comes
and feel powerless to stop it
and maybe also welcome it
and maybe also with the realization

that it was inside him all the time
his fingernails don’t turn to claws,
they just lengthen
his hair doesn’t turn into fur
it just grows
his teeth don’t turn into fangs
they narrow and sharpen

How must I feel
six days without drinking
to know that I won’t make it seven
and feel powerless to stop it
and maybe also welcome it
and maybe also with the realization

that it was inside me all the time
my anger doesn’t turn to hate
it just lengthens
my smile doesn’t turn to a grimace
it just grows
my sadness doesn’t turn to sorrow
it narrows and sharpens

We both know it’s inevitable
but god how we fear it
and maybe we both long for
the same thing

our own silver bullet

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