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Wolf At The Tattoo Parlour
Wolf paw-clicks sidewalks around 3 a.m.
Wolf knows streets
restaurant residue-smells
steam rising as the air warms //
Wolf slinks into a tattoo parlour on 12th, gunshots
from near the river
Wolf lifts its chin, mouths a howl but stops
silver things in moonlight //
laps up ink // fur
shifting on shoulder muscles
shattered glass on concrete
paw-pads firm with black skin
tough, even in steam