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Nations and nationalism; Religion and re-legend Grandmother killed the wolf, didn't she? There is another, separate story the retelling of an old legend (all things important are lost in the retelling) The man turns into a monster at the sight of a full moon, turns back again only when somebody loves him. I think about that grandmother often, sitting by the fire with a rifle in her lap- The things she's seen The wolves she has left to **** In the other story, the other legend, It's the grandmother who loves the wolf and turns him back And I think that this one is truer, somehow Because we are really all just fury things with barred teeth that need to be told to come back into the house to eat the dinner on the table to stop howling at the sky all of it, give it all up, for the sake of somebody you love and if that is not enough, at least for the sake of the old woman in the woods who loved you before your bones were thought up (hide the blood on your claws, little wolf/monster/thing, she's just washed the sheets and they're bright white the color of the moon the color of her eyes that were blind all along)
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Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 8:12 AM UTC
A thin line of demarcation
Nations and nationalism; Religion and re-legend Grandmother killed the wolf, didn't she? There is another, separate story the retelling of an old legend (all things important are lost in the retelling) The man turns into a monster at the sight of a full moon, turns back again only when somebody loves him. I think about that grandmother often, sitting by the fire with a rifle in her lap- The things she's seen The wolves she has left to **** In the other story, the other legend, It's the grandmother who loves the wolf and turns him back And I think that this one is truer, somehow Because we are really all just fury things with barred teeth that need to be told to come back into the house to eat the dinner on the table to stop howling at the sky all of it, give it all up, for the sake of somebody you love and if that is not enough, at least for the sake of the old woman in the woods who loved you before your bones were thought up (hide the blood on your claws, little wolf/monster/thing, she's just washed the sheets and they're bright white the color of the moon the color of her eyes that were blind all along)
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Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 8:12 AM UTC
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