He puts guilt in the air and waits for you

to breathe, tries to tailor the blame until it

looks like it fits you, turns the story into a

gymnast and convinces it to flip. He rewinds

the movie, excavates the plot, digs out your

patience, makes himself the narrator and the

hero. He sketches you as the antagonist and

suddenly his transgressions become deleted

scenes. He blames you for his sadness.

And this is how the wolf cries boy.