NINA MARKKULA

 

mr wolf

mr came into my life not smelling very nice he brought the outside into my life his sweaty fur smelling of outside he sniffed his way into my flat onto my pink bedspread his hair, his hair as sharp as his words those teeth, oh, oh, those teeth! would tear me apart, I am not sure I ever understood, those eyebrows, good or bad, but they meant a great deal certainly, they meant a great deal when he lay there on his back on my pink bedspread on my pink bedspread I saw him there on his back on my pink bedspread