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Street Carnage
• 06.13.12 09:00 am 
As per our challenge: Lesley did her best to write a poem about a wolf that falls in love with a sheep. The only rule was she had to try her best and not be kidding one bit. This is what she came up with…
“LIEBE”
by Lesley Arfin
The first thing he loved was her color:
white.
It reminded him of his birthday–
the only day he ever felt scared.
He felt scared because he didn’t know that when the sky fell cold
it also landed soft. And he could chew on it.
This was before he knew the word for snow or
even the German word for snow.
All wolves are German.
He didn’t even know the word for sky.
She also reminded him of his mother
and food he ate on his birthday and for two weeks after that.
But then his mother left.
Where did she go?
The wolf couldn’t remember.
When he tried to remember something, the wolf felt a feeling that he didn’t know the word for,
not even the German word,
which was how he learned the word for “remember” and it’s meaning:
“A very bad feeling.”
He had heard about a good feeling from his friends.
They called it Liebe.
All wolves love each other
so this was weird. Was it liebe?
Was it supposed to feel like this?
The wolf felt ashamed.
He felt all bad things and good things at once,
like the way butterflies feel in your stomach
when you accidentally swallow one.
He was always watching her. She had eyelashes as thick as the legs of the black spiders they would eat for fun in the summer.
He could see them from all the way across the hill.
His friends assumed he was hunting which was just what he intended.
He loved her.
He couldn’t help it.
She never looked at him.
He blamed his mother.
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OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS IS HILARIOUS.
Beautiful. If you could speak wolf, you’d hear them cry “Mutter!” on moonlit nights.
I just texted this to my girlfriend… pretty sure i’m getting a blow job tonight.
ha aha ha hah ha. this made me feel v. weird inside
Lesley clearly took everyone else to poem school. this is actually awesome. now stop forcing emotions on me.
Is this competition supposed to be serious or are all the poems supposed to be like parodies of bad poetry. If it’s the latter then this wins. Nobody thought to do a sonnet?
Nicely Done, Arfin! Kind of a David Berman/ Billy Collins kind of affair.