Dragoncrest Cliffs i like the sprinter better.

a wolf bone. its so left field
that it momentarily distracts cayetano
from the odd odor he detects in the air
emulsifying with salt
a little sweet
and horribly stale —
a wolf bone. he repeats
trying to hide his surprise and revulsion.

what’s a little girl need
with the skeleton of her peers?
a shiver climbs down his roached back
seers, bonereaders, and witches all
gave him the massive creeps. 
okay! fine. weird, but fine.
he’s not above a little grave robbing
if it means his plate is full and place secure. 
he bends to collect the fish 
pauses;
those aren’t like, relatives of sapphique, right?