I always thought

I knew my place in the story:

cowering at the bedside

clutching my useless basket,

asking fat, round questions.

but here my tail rips through

the rotten threads of

the faded nightdress,

my bloodshot eyes sound

ceaselessly

every cobwebbed corner.

my snout sniffs the honorable

stench of the huntsman -

and oh how sharp my teeth.

7/22/2022