Calling a Wolf a Wolf

by Kaveh Akbar

I have been so careless with the words I already have.

The things I’ve thought I’ve loved could sink an ocean liner, and likely would if given the chance.

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

I try to find small comforts purple clover growing in the long grass a yellow spider on the windowsill I am less horrible than I could be