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Howl

 

The night slowly draws near.
She calls my name.
The night is my ally, my only friend.
I feel safe in her arms.
Every night I hear my name called out in the wind.
Ben. Ben. Ben. Ben.
Except tonight.
I hear a different name be called.
Catlina. Catlina. Catlina.
What does this mean?
Has the wind lost hope in me?
I was always an outcast, never wanted, never needed.
Until tonight.
Maybe I can find what this name means.
Catlina. 
The name rolls off my tongue like honey.
Just maybe.

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Claire Y. Hong (2018)