We danced all over eachothers’ feet in the kitchen. Collapsed on the couch with our hands up. You took me home to my parents’ house. As I walked through the snow, a gray wolf circled me, bristling, telling me he could kill me if he wished. My stomach turned to salt water, and I stood waiting, until he layed his boiling head in my hands. My father shot him from the window. You carried me to my bed. We slept with our backs to eachother. I am alone; my best friend has me in her cross hairs. And I walk to the enemy line to step across and gracefully die. A red wolf runs in front of me. Knocks me down and licks the defeat from my hands. Neither of us, nor the parasites, know what we mean.