Every night I watch myself in the mirror

fill my lips with the lipstick, put kohl on my eyes

and go out in my Red Cap

 

I walk down the street

and drop a coin by the old beggar woman in the corner

(she recalls me of my grandmother)

then I wait for my big bad wolf…

the first of the night

 

Cities are dark, as it were the woods of my ancestries

 

 

http://dversepoets.com/2013/05/04/poetics-the-creatures-of-mythology-folklore-and-fairy-tales/

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