I ran to your glittering city
with my suitcase full of shadows,
decades stuffed in a duffel bag,
and a kiss caught in my hands.
Yes, I ran
as if wolves were behind me.
Understand; your glittering city
seemed a sort of asylum -
a haven for my hiding -
a map with shifting sands
where I could blend in
and escape the wolf beside me.
Damn your glittering city!
Damn its prophets peddling psalms.
Damn its alimony and alms.
Damn its saviors at the roadside stands.
cure this wolf inside me.
For Izzy's prompt at Real Toads