In dreams

By | 13 May 2024

my daughter walks
through the woods unhooded

no basket or breadcrumbs
she strays from the path

snaps free sugared fretwork
from frosted windows

wipes hands on the hide
of a wolf trimmed to fit her

its teeth a stringed toy
around her small neck.

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