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Ida blow your wonder horn.
Summon back your baby brother
from the goblin’s breath.

In melancholy, there is beauty,
and all the shades
of rage and harmony

painted out into a wild
rumpus of things
grown-ups pretend to repress.

It was simpler then
to just like the things
you liked.

To just be the things
you read. To just
put on a wolf suit.

You saw it.
You loved it.
You ate it.

And it was still hot.