Wolfpack

I tell myself,
If I were
Eighteen again
I would
Tear.
That.
Shit.
Up.
Though, actually,
I probably
Would just
Stand and stare
And kick myself
When Alpha Dogs
Honed in on
Each sweet-young-thing.
Just like I did
The first time around.

About Mark Matzeder

By education a filmmaker, by trade an electrician, by avocation a writer and sometime scholar. Occasionally I wring an essay out of some observation I have made or experience I've had and share them here. Sometimes I'll share short fiction. Sometimes a poem. But mostly it's just my spin on this strange trip.
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1 Response to Wolfpack

  1. lorien says:

    So much sweetness in vulnerability…I love this. Thank you!

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