Vanessa Angélica Villarreal
Wolf's Nocturne

At the end of her life,

the moon becomes

a blade, a jaw


of remember

red of rooms of

want you


I walk into a lake

of light looking

for (I can’t)


you, swelling siren

in the night’s throat

I must walk alone


along the edge

of a demon’s mind

bordered by a vein


of stars; show me

how not to love,

how to be a wife


to silence, how to dive

into the backward sea

and seclude myself


in a mirror; how long

can the cone of time

stretch reliving an error


how long the dawn

how long before the

too late light


dream with me, bell, water,

bell, I follow the white

cat to the crossroads:


where do I go, little

song? To the one who

calls you, the one you love


Found In Volume 52, No. 01
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About the Author

Vanessa Angélica Villarreal is the author of the poetry collection Beast Meridian, and a recipient of a 2019 Whiting Award. She is a 2021 National Endowment for the Arts fellow and lives with her son in Los Angeles, where she is a doctoral candidate at the University of Southern California.