WOLF’S MOTHER

MILLIE TULLIS

 

You should have seen
the way
 
She draped herself
in all that red
 
Like it was
just another skin
 
You know why they wear all that—
red and pink—
 
                 fleshtones
 
Why they trot in shades
meant to tempt
 
The fruit of their loins pressing against you
 
those apple mounds producing
their dark liquor.

 

 
 

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