Now I’m becoming more of a man than ever Crossing from woman To the middle, maybe man of centre I worry to death that I’m not trans...

1... Half of me is wild, an untamed beast in an unspoiled forest. I growl and dig and scratch, my body covered in musky, ancient hair....

All Our Quiet Prayers first / for the coyotes / that they may know hunger / & therefore the slick chase / of satisfaction / next / for...