becoming the wolf
by Tianna G. Hansen
I become the wolf through viral infection
a swipe of claws, a bite deep in the throat
& soon I am Other, slipping inside this fur
like an ancient creature. bones pop
& howl through my skin / I grow larger,
more frightening / sharpened fangs;
crouched, looming like the beast I’ve always been.
these golden eyes hold the secret
to my transformation, living by
the tug of nocturnal nightmares
stalking through tall grass.
the full moon makes me become
something more fierce than human flesh
I am the wolf, destined to fight off
all the hunters with sights trained on me.
awaken with bloodied fists curled
against my chest, tufted with fur
twigs in my hair & blackened feet / mud.
my transformation, as usual, not fully complete
I always have a bit of wolf inside me
lingering deep / waiting to strike
the full moon makes this morphosis
more defined, lifts my snarling snout
into a chanting howl / a declaration to
all that exists within me, & all that is yet to