approaching eight
sleeping dogs
water bowl spiked
collars
you learned
to love
your sorrow
continue teaching
give me a lecture .
mongoose woman
the villagers
despise you
why ?
were you scoped
or spun to dry ?
cut off your hair
on a whim
got a wig
i confess my
love and hate
still searching
through clutter
for craft
mongoose woman
the villagers were wicked
and the devils
never turned their backs
sleeping dogs
are mowing grass
will they find
what weve been hiding ?