The Wolf Suit

from The Breathing Bridge by Michael Bell

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An F-15 pilot stares through his visor at his bright displays and things about numbers. The warplane is called “Eagle” in invocation of fading animal powers, torchlit ochre in cave galleries.

In the smoking ruin of a Madagascar forest, the last ring-tailed lemur curls up beside a felled rosewood and dies, and a tiny girl chalking animals on a sidewalk in Los Angeles puts angel wings on her smallest monkey. There are blue ones, pink ones. She colors them any way she wants. They are just stories now.

The wild rumpus is winding down, and Max is roaring from a cloud of gnats, a thousand miles of powdered bone in every direction. His gums are bleeding. He balls up a fevered fist inside the paw of his shredded wolf suit and shakes it at the white horizon.

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from The Breathing Bridge, released December 30, 2019

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Michael Bell Bellingham, Washington

A Loose-Fish and a Fast-Fish, too.

Some of this is music for video games. The rest is a fairly raw document of my ongoing attempt to find something new among the blinking lights in my studio at home.

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