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.