second is the perfect place under a full moon

you were down, because,
you lost in the finals, again,
and no amount of chocolates, or flowers,
could console

and so i came over.

i told you not to feel that low, that,
“in the event of a werewolf outbreak,
you can melt your silver medals
into bullets. or shurikens,”
since you hate guns but
love ninja movies.

i thought a hint of a smile
crept up by the edge of your lips,
though not quite fished
out of the water, yet,

and so i said,

“that bitch who beat you (again) can go
find herself a stick, it’ll be handy
in the off-chance the werewolves
would like to play fetch.”

and so i got a full smile,
out of you, dare i think even
a little laugh, out of you,
you little perennial
loser you

and so i was glad.


and i was so glad
i could not suppress the howl.



2017.aug.09