WE BITE Aug 9 Written By Wendy We walk the streets at night.Me and the dangerous dog.Staring them down, daring them down, in the crosshairs of a feral gaze.To whistles, catcalls (and just plain cats), we bare wet teeth. They think it’s fear. But really, it’s love. Wendy
WE BITE Aug 9 Written By Wendy We walk the streets at night.Me and the dangerous dog.Staring them down, daring them down, in the crosshairs of a feral gaze.To whistles, catcalls (and just plain cats), we bare wet teeth. They think it’s fear. But really, it’s love. Wendy