if they were to call out your name in the forest,
a red fox would call back and they would clamour
to find you, a wailing so painful and so human.
the creature is unwilling and hungry, anyway.

bite,
pull,
snap of bone,
you make a fine meal.

we feel old searching for you but we have lost you,
we know but there is an enchantment in the forest
and a death wish tattooed on our eyelids.

am i tasty, too?