wolfblood - a poem

i remember a british tv show about werewolves i watched one summer, the tv working in place of a babysitter. it was so hot outside the asphalt squeaked but in the show it was tinted blue and seemed to rain all the time. the teen girl protagonist grew into this great big wolf on her sixteenth birthday, and it gave me dreams of fur and human blood in my mouth. whenever i step outside to the smell of rain i still remember hopes of having big claws and bigger teeth and when i was 9 i bought a wolf hat from the mall that had paw handwarmers and i never took it off. the fur matted down until one day when i was 11 i shed it and never looked at it again. sometimes i think of it laying in the mix of a landfill and i have to pause so tomorrow i will watch wolf blood and wear a blue knit hat with pointed ears on top, not the same but close enough