Little Red Riding Hood/Companion
And those other females who managed to slip the collar for a moment or two of life were branded “bad.” —Clarissa Pinkola Estés, from Women Who Run with the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype
The secret nests in my marrow.
At the striptease I appear pirouette
I might show you
what it means to be consumed.
The pashadom and papacy come
to gush and forever satellite spatter,
in the end you will find them
covered in a fine mist,
tasting of me.
What they do not know— beyond the veil
I lay with the wolf
& the wolf
Find me in a forest of tupelo,
cypress & black gum,
lobe, and blade.
Even a leaf can have teeth.
Human acts can be cannibalistic.
I am here
picking all of the wildflowers.
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