A TransMasc Moon

Why do we call ourselves dogs?

Love the mutts, the bastards, the wolves and coyotes–

dogteeth, I call myself, houndstongue–

the idea of lycanthropy is appealing.

Why do we gravitate to the canine?

Loyal pack animals for a culture so misunderstood–

teeth to rend the ones who hurt us, tongues to tend the ones who love us–

perhaps we seek to hunt our hunger.

Shed your skin wolf man, become yourself!

Maybe we shall see each other again in a different skin–

and recognise ourselves solely by our eyes.

Sitting alone

If you’re not sure of your purpose in life,

lay your hand flat in the light.

Palm up, heartline and lifeline, in line with the sky.

The light has travelled an incomprehensible distance to be there with you.

Your purpose was to catch it–

You are holding hands with the sun.