emulata

second day:

wash off 

the accustomed black cake

and find red mouth

underneath,

translucent like

gills, and

pink shape.

for if we are fish

we recreate the 

water.

and when we are

werewolves

our lycanthropy

revolves 

the moon

and as leaves we

turn

momentous red.

to trade sex

for pain is

to remake teeth

new and

retongue prophets,

to make paper

tongue stone

as promised.  the dart of an eye

like

fish

silvered

in a pond:

the teeth a crack.

like water to water

love to love runs back.