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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Laura Grace Weldon


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Feral

Moonlight leaks through the curtains.
I lie awake, listen to coyote songs
circle and connect, stitching together
the night's raw edges.

Each time I hear their howls
my bone marrow sings.
What's muzzled in me lifts.
I seem still and silent,
yet my pulse races through the trees.