Waiting for Wolves

Goldilocks

Even I had heard the stories,
old widow’s whispers
within the market stalls
pouring warnings in our ears.
And though I’m waiting
for the moral to blur the edginess,
I long for the wolf’s coming,
just to feel my chest squeeze,
to hear myself pant.
How many times have I craved
his hot breath on my neck, hood down,
basket not yet emptied.
And no one needs to ask
what those big teeth are for, except me,
everyone’s daughter, too young
for the slice and run. Me,
always looking for a place to hide,
to rest, something that won’t burn
my tongue. They see me searching
for a chair by the hearth that fits,
while I itch to strip off
my pale skin, these golden fetters,
me, wanting to awaken
smothered in his fur.


Rupunzel

Your grey gaze is mine,
transfixing prey, a blade’s edge
sunk in softness. A song,
padding feet; our simple tools
to an end. And yes,
perhaps speed and tooth
outweigh a seemingly golden stair,
but my Black Widow friend knows
that patience is lethal,
there never running
beyond her window. Pain
is lovely. I’ve learned
to embrace the pull,
that thousands of follicles
on fire is a fair price
for a life. But you,
cur of my feral dreams,
your night rants the blur between
shadow and shade, you
who also use honeyed words
before the bleed. You whose paws
could never grasp my golden lead
to bring you to me.
If we met, would I offer up
my pallid throat for that
one brilliant scarlet moment,
or would it be you
who showed your belly,
howling for my golden collar
to keep you close
when you go lunar.


Gretel

Like you can do me worse,
all those teeth with the quick cut
so smooth I might forget to bleed.
I’ve done the dark, drowned in it
till anything that glistens
seems like sun.
And so
we might run a bit, a cursory
chase till the tumble and pounce.
There’s a sweetness to it,
that it’s all nerve and bone,
no fattening to leave bitterness
behind. And though
there’s no door to save me
with one sure shove,
as my flesh sighs, so shall I-
finally chosen, no silly second.
Not left, like yesterday’s bread
tossed.