Beauty Magazines Never Taught me how to be a Wolf

by Roberta Chloe Verdant

When I forget I’m worth more
than the rumples of my belly,
I strip off my clothes,
let others draw me.
Here, my thighs – the trunks of trees,
The fur of my pits,
the fur of other places…
My hips: expansive brackets.
My mouth: a hot red
pocket for my fangs.

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"Beauty Magazines Never Taught me how to be a Wolf" was previously published in Bristol Words of Women.