Reading Grimm's after dark
An exercise in speaking to paper tigers
That papier-mǎché mouth
It wants to roar
But one can only hear flutter of pages
Eyes tired, bursting with ink
Look to the cat on the sill
A wonder she is not blotted
By that smoking mirror
Wishing to caress her
Oh, to be a Coatlicue
With the most wonderful skull
Alas, she always protests
Written by Janette B on September 28, 2022. FUCK COPYRIGHT!