Speak Wild Things

The night Max wore his wolf suit the mysteriesof mimicry
had a special attention for me. That very night in Max's room
my thought mingled with that of the leafshadows
and turned Ordo into Max and Max into Lenski

. . . some knob is touched and a torrent of sounds came to life
they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth
but I could not help feeling
even at the age of eleven
that centaurian lovemaking was not without its

special limitations.