when I howl, they hunt me when they hunt me, I disappear sooner or later I will howl sooner or later they will hunt me my disappearance will disrupt all natural processes my disappearance will be dazzling when I disappear dazzlingly, I write and when I write, I howl

“Don’t surrender your loneliness so quickly. Let it cut you more deep. Let it ferment and season you as few humans and even divine ingredients can. Something missing in my heart tonight has made my eyes so soft, my voice so tender, my need for God absolutely clear.”

I hated him most for not having the courage to ruin us grandly. To break all the dishes and burn down the house. Instead he sunk quiet into new arms, called her my name, each devotion repurposed.