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Seven Ways in Which the Forest of Desire Closes in Upon Itself (poetry)

Seven Ways in Which the Forest of Desire Closes in Upon Itself

 

  1. I was not a woodcutter,

who cleared this path for you.

You were no damsel in distress,

feigning interest in cool shadows.

 

  1. Once, we circled an empty well.

Much later, I returned:

The cistern was still dry.

 

  1. Hansel’s hands drop hints like breadcrumbs:

Gretel is far too savvy.

 

  1. Repulsion is in the eye

of the Beholder.

Better the eye should close.

 

  1. In the lake at the end of the forest,

my reflection was beautiful.

 

You never saw me there.

 

  1. Six is the number of womankind,

the number of times I waited,

the decades I’ll walk this path.

 

  1. As I returned from the forest,

a fat, red moon rose

over the country road.

 

I sailed it like a balloon

until every treetop in the forest

whispered secrets far beneath me

I no longer craned to hear.