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Cassandra Whitaker (they/them) is a trans writer from Virginia whose work has been published, or is forthcoming, in Michigan Quarterly Review, The Mississippi Review, Foglifter, Whale Road Review, Conjunctions, Evergreen Review, among others..
I am the Wolf's Unending Meal
What shall I tell you about him? Dark as a rush of thunder and as hungry as I. At least, I thought,
meeting beard to beard in the alley between the bars where we dusted for each other, a short line across
the bridge of a thumb. A cold Boston January, and the smell of his body turned me over so I couldn’t
go through with it. He smelled of earth, back home, sweat and shit, and all the great memories the
earth bears with its love. There was not enough liquor to get me to go through with it. I could not.
Despite how kind he was for what money I could afford him, the cold night, two bodies, in the dark,
the promise of forgetting for a moment, the jaws of the animal that hunts you. A shame. Back home,
not looking at the body the wolf dragged in. Not recognizing it was me.
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