me and wolf
flop down on the ground
because he refuses to sit
at a proper table
i deal cards
some variation
of five card poker
don’t know what the name is
it’s the wolf’s game
after all
i keep my eyes on him
while i reach for the pretzels
–wouldn’t want to lose a hand
he says, wheezing at his own joke
i bet a finger
he spits a bloody tooth
into the pot
i win
but the hell will i to do
with this tooth
he deals
and i realize that his paws
are delicate human hands
porcelain white
china doll small
i find my self staring
he lunges
swallows my finger
–best attend to your cards
he says