Danielle Susi
We are food
for men,
never told to stifle, are
let loose like rabid wolves, taught
to devour anything tethered
to moon cycle blood–
letting. taught
skin against enamel. how delicious
the hunt must be to
not deny himself.
how nectarous. how
ambrosial. how.
there is no supplicating a wolf
who only sees appetite, believes
himself a victim
of famine. calls out
in hunger and demands
a reply—sweet
echo in his palm.
About Danielle Susi
Danielle Susi is the author of the chapbook The Month in Which We Are Born (dancing girl press, 2015). Her writing has appeared in Knee-Jerk Magazine, Hobart, The Rumpus, and elsewhere. Her full-length manuscript A River Always Ends at a Mouth, has been selected as a semi-finalist for both the Lexi Rudnitsky First Book Prize at Persea Books and the Hudson Prize at Black Lawrence Press. She received her MFA in writing from The School of the Art Institute of Chicago. She currently lives and works in Utah. Find her online at daniellesusi.com