By Adam Phillips
My friend's weird son
speaks only in terms
One day I pointed
out to him Ronnie, your werewolves
differently because of their lycanthropy; in your stories they
Study the city's bus schedule,
shop for groceries after work on Thursday
in order to keep
the whole weekend clear; your werewolves
Are really worried about the economy and their
digestive health; doesn't that
Defeat the whole purpose, shouldn't
Ripping out hearts, running
through the marsh?
Aren't werewolves just a metaphor
for man's frustrated virility,
for the scarcely repressed
of human nature?
Each of us wants
the thing we are not,
said the boy,
Blinking the moonlight out of his eyes.
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