Read MoreOur urban woolf
is remembering
a time when her cousins
ran in packs
through deep forest
before all the trees
were chopped to make
flat packed furniture
or ships to defeat an armada.
Read MorePlush velvet seats fringed
with the taste of your flesh.
I can see through to
the second and third courses
Read MoreI smell of fox.
I smell of wolf.
I smell of stale, cracked blood.