Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Hey all, here is a new poem I was working on. If you get a chance, let me know what you think. I wrote this in response to reading the a translation of LRRH -- not the Disney or Grimm version... and it freaked me out. Here is a link to it: http://reconstruction.eserver.org/022/cannibal/littlered.html
So enjoy!

Little Red Riding Hood

I’m caught staring into a bleeding lunar eclipse
by a wolf
who wants to take me home
licking his glimmering white teeth
those teeth like shattered stars against the blue night
I straighten my little black dress
and pull close my little red hood
and teeter like a three year old in my high heels
If by chance I smile
a slight curiosity
place my finger in the ‘O’ of my lips
little wondering girl
with wandering eyes and a bottle
of milk for my grandmother
I’m asking for it
a wolf is asking which street I will take
telling me to check the sale on cardigans
on lace camisoles
on peek-a-boo toe slingbacks
on fishnet tights
around the block
on pins and needles

When I arrive home swinging
shopping bags in both hands
is he waiting
because I was asking for it
Even if
I smile at seeing him
on my bed dressed in women’s clothing
with strong hairy arms
the better to keep me
warm and hold me
down
handing me a glass of bloody wine
force feeding me
grandmother’s fresh flesh
slapping my thigh
with sharpened claws the better
to tear through me with

A slut is she who does what she pleases
with out asking
for it
Undressing for a wolf
as a child asking
where should I put my
little red hood
little black dress
little sheer stockings
little white panties
why into the fire
for little girls have no need
for clothes when they’re trapped
in the bed of a wolf

If I cry
‘O my’
a desperate plea to flee
into the bathroom
naked, smeared, and on fire
roses burning alive with my new camisole
unable to escape
barred in my own house
of my own doing
mother would say I shouldn’t
talk
to strangers
should I use this rope tied tight
around my left ankle to end my suffering
do I run home to mother
or back to the wolf in my bed?

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