werewolf's one night stand
the werewolf howls to me at night
because i know just how she feels.
when the moon bathes me in soft light,
it changes me and soon reveals
a feral, bloodthirsty canine,
moon drunk, waiting for the bus line.
because i know just how she feels,
alone and scared on a monday
night. hoping that she sees the wheels
of a bus that was due sunday.
i know how it feels to wait for
something that won’t happen; for more.
when the moon bathes me in soft light
i too, do become out of place.
a monster among girls, despite
all i do to alter my face,
alter my heart, alter my soul.
yet the moon knows its in control-
it changes me and soon reveals
my blood stained fangs and sharpened claws
that i use for my three square meals
but i lie about it because
girls don’t eat, and girls don't get fat.
and they don’t get dirty, at that.
a feral, bloodthirsty canine
walks among the packs of humans.
without a howl, without a whine,
for only under the lumens
of the moon is she now alert,
heading to town from the outskirts,
moon drunk, waiting for the bus line.
going to meet the girl somewhere,
the one whose soul is intertwined
with the wolf’s in an odd affair
of loving the wolf when i’m her,
and then she’s just me but with fur.
- adder greene 2025
