Little Red (#MeToo)
Geeta Sadashivan
I am the wolf inside you
Looming over the foot of your bed
Brushing the side of your therapist’s couch
Teeth bared
Eyes distended
Below Granny’s cap with the red polka dots
Spiked and serrated
Every inch of me a knife
Buried deep in the folds of
Your wet pink twitching mind
You are the wolf outside me
Feet stuck in my Art
Marble teeth chipped by my blows
Dust on your edges
Falling
Filling
Filing
My left eye a microscope
My right eye a sniper’s rifle
You a soft stone
In my hands
Hammer, chisel, mallet, rasp
All the better
To hack you with
All the better
To leash you with
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