Have I been far and never known
is this the dress my mother made
and made me wear on days of snow
kneecaps red as old men’s coats
this clear black lake was this our home
is this the room where I once slept
the room where I was put to sleep
where the wolves brought Valentines
is this our yard that’s overgrown
have I been far did I forget
is that what’s called an alibi
was I fed or fed to death
were these windows aways left
open wide on days of snow
have I been far and never known
are these the wolves I never saved
is this the dress my mother hates
wrinkled red like old men’s throats
are these the lips she kissed me with
is this the drawer she kept them in
have I been here all this time
am I a dress that’s made of skin
am I the girl the wolves protect
will they stay through days of snow
this clear black lake I thought was mine
is it the same as innocence.