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.