A POEM by CORTLAND BILLOW

A POEM by CORTLAND BILLOW

Werewolf

I had a dream that my father was a werewolf
He stood at the sink doing dishes
And boy was he vicious
When I was older I looked in the mirror
I saw a werewolf glaring back at me
She starred at me and I thought
“I’ve been constipated for days”
I dropped my T.P. in the toilet
And broke a sweat
Just to find some kind of relief
Do you want to keep on drinking?
Because I sure do
Already pretty drunk
My car won’t start, the battery is dead
So now’s as good a time as any
If he says Jesus loves me one more time
I’ll punch him in the goddamn head
Because I am a werewolf
You’re making me mad
I was already upset
So I just might bite off your fucking head

I’m sorry I said that, I regret it all
My werewolf is a part of me
I try to dress her up and calm her down
But she isn’t effected by the moon
That’s no excuse and I can’t blame her
On my goddam motherfucking dad


Cortland Billow currently lives in Raleigh, and is finishing up her degree at NC State. Her piece in SHOW YOUR SKIN is her first published work. You can find her on twitter at @itstoodamnbad

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