Dante's Heart
Harry Calhoun
Something to do with lycanthropy


I’m not a werewolf
and you’re not interested
in my mother’s behavior

but tonight something about her dead
beneath some lofty shrine
wreathed in mountain laurel

and me deathly afraid of heights
the full moon has me disturbed and itchy
in my skin, pacing

walking on forepaws
tonight and wondering
why the sweet luminescent moon

bothers me so and thinking
almost dreaming
the word

vampire