If I was a true daughter to my mother the wolf, I would put my teeth on the red leg of the nearest girl of all. White ghost, white ghost, she sings. But my eyes are bad. I will not leave the shadows. An owl is a dragon.
Milk is thin blood.
Silver colors under the palm payment for drinking. I grew and grew. One grey skirt with a maroon stripe along the hem. My frayed blue hymnal I always forget in the box under my cot and the Reverend twists my ears. A wolf is a brown girl with scratches on her knees, from following.