Howl for Me, Wolf-Woman! Be my night. Tell me it’s okay to bite. My fangs are sharp and showing them finally feels right. Howl for me because my voice gets stuck sometimes in the thick fog of wrong and right. Howl for my beginnings and endings. Howl for my might. Howl for all of the things I’ve never done right. Howl loud so I can hear you above the chatter because I know this is the only thing that matters. Howl and be clear that you are near. In that pounding of my chest. I can feel in my ears. Howl for everyone I touch with my life. For all of the anger and rage and desire. Howl from way back in your throat, from the deep pit, the one that doesn’t let anyone in.