my mother used to read me ‘where the wild things are’ & now i strive to be the wildest thing i want to be so wild that every wolves’ hungry mouth be terrified of me i am wild in the club at one am when a man touches me & i bare my teeth clench my fist & swing
RebeccaLynn Gualtieri, “Wild Thing,” published in Slamchop (via bostonpoetryslam)





















