Just a draft thing. More poems related to cannibals.

Gretel Speaks

if there’s anything that misery
has taught me it’s to ignore the singing
needlewoman in the streets, follow
your starving brother in his too big
lederhosen through the forest of forks,
knives and mice

and look for the white cat, the white
pigeon, the white duck, even though
some animals are only sunlight on the roof,
or a lie to fool your stepmother,

because one of them will take you
across a river too wide and deep
for your spindly breaking ankles
away from the cries of the burning
woman you left in the stove
one of them will take you home