by Dean Young
You are in your pajamas / eating cold pizza / when you decide
to make a coyote. / Now all you need is a pregnant coyote.
Darling, if you were here, I’d try / to lick your heart.
What happens when your head splits open / and the bird flies out, its two notes deranged?
All that a human is made of is gold, / very very little gold.
Imagine a frog / in your mouth, struggling. / Now imagine you’re that frog.
Why am I so afraid of nothingness? / My soul is a baby wolf.

teddy fetal development by
stephanie metz