Calling a Wolf a Wolf

by Kaveh Akbar

I am not a slow learner I am a quick forgetter such erasing makes one voracious

The barbarism of eating anything seems almost unbearable.

The soul is a thirsty antelope nervously lapping up water from a pool in the hunter’s backyard.

I fell in love with the volume of an earlobe rotated around the axis of a spine.

one way to live a life is to spend each moment asking forgiveness for the last it seems to me the significance of remorse would deflate with each performance better to sink a little into the earth and quietly watch life unfold violent as a bullring