dear Semivulpa;
queen of opossums, mother of wolves, our bona fide female monster please be generous and don’t hide your claws and fangs as you generously feeding the children of others how fortunate one can be, licking sweet, creamy milk out of your breasts as a supper
forever kept in the straw paper of the hidden archives stories told by the wanderers who could not write, could not speak just sang the songs by your name or whispered into the ears turned into a symbol from a lost drawing secured by the sacred gilts where sun was reflected upon
gates were foolishly unlocked for your presence yet to the only place you wouldn’t even consider to entering
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