And those other females who managed to slip the collar for a moment or two of life were branded “bad.” –Clarrisa Pinkola Estés, from Women Who Run with the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype The secret nests in my marrow. At the striptease I appear pirouette and prey. Later, I might show you what it means to be consumed. The pashadom and papacy come to gush and forever satellite spatter, no matter, in the end you will find them covered in a fine mist, tasting of me. What they do not know— beyond the veil I lay with the wolf & the wolf is me. Find me in a forest of tupelo, cypress & black gum, at midrib, lobe, and blade. Even a leaf can have teeth. Human acts can be cannibalistic. I am here picking all of the wildflowers.