Calling a Wolf a Wolf

by Kaveh Akbar

For so long every step I’ve taken has been from one tongue to another.

here I am dying at an average pace envy is the only deadly sin that’s no fun for the sinner

thinking if I called a wolf a wolf I might dull its fangs I carried the coldness like a diamond for years holding it close near as blood until one day I woke and it was fully inside me both of us ruined and unrecognizable two coins on a train track the train crushed into one

When you fall asleep in that sort of love you wake up with bruises on your neck. I don’t have drunks, sirs, I have adventures.

Sometimes you have to march all the way to Galilee or the literal foot of God himself before you realize you’ve already passed the place where you were supposed to die.

This so interesting. Sometimes we move so fast in life we don't realize it's time to rest.