In Wolf’s Kitchen
Safe, if we had
incense for the orgy lamp,
bowls for raisin pie.
Twilight and dawn pass in this kitchen-cycle without remark.
She-wolf has stolen the hands of our clock
while we’re looking for threes and twelves,
buries the emperor again.
(first published in Wild Quarterly)
Wild Soft makes her home on the banks of the Ohio River. Her work appears in such places as Stone Telling, Room, Wild Quarterly, and Still; her first chapbook, in these cups, is forthcoming (dancing girl press). She is the collaboration of poets Nicci Mechler, Hilda Weaver, Wendy Creekmore, & Kristin Koester. Blog: wildandsoft.wordpress.com.
