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Basketweave

I am the insatiable wolf
whose hunger you fear
yet whose domain you desire.
Step off the path, my dear
why are your eyes so big?
Have you never felt
the earth with bare feet
have you never smelled
fresh flowers so sweet?
Your mother warned you
to stay away
your grandmother
told her the same
yet here I stand, welcoming
and you come to me.
I am freedom. I am the door
that opens new paths, your small fingers
holding onto the basket till it breaks
like glass. What big ears you have
did you hear the wind in the leaves
or a star shooting across the sky?
What big lips you have? Better
to speak, better to eat
and my, what big teeth, you say
but they’re necessary
to clear the way.

After “Sugar House,” from Lisa Andrews’ The Inside Room.

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