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Little Red Riding Hood’s looking at the wolf,

The Wolf is behind a newspaper,

dragging on his fag,

with two telephoto lens cameras,

whom he calls Hansel and Gretel,

hanging on his sides,

Red knows he’s waiting.

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Little Red Riding Hood’s staring at the wolf,

The Wolf is holding a newspaper,

smoking a cig,

with two wide angle cameras,

whom bring the bread crumbs,

draped about his sides,

Red unwraps her cloak,

it falls on the floor like a crumpled semi,

Red crawls onto the bed,

the silk sheets against her thighs;

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Red dances in front of the fountain,

A shrine to grandmothers, and the earth,

Red steps in the cool water,

Its cold embrace embracing invasively,

The shimmery metallic mermaid-scale coins slide under her feet,

The waters reflect her face,

Red wishes . . . a wish . . .