red everlasting

I am expected to live with a wolf
far high in the books underneath
full of tomato fat
in lips a juice defined in a basket

She picked up the loaves the hood
and walked with them on her back
on her back the pages the stout and gray
torn open way to the letters

in the riding they lie flat
they read themselves to the forest
and tomato basket am I to live far
open to the forest way.

Full of the pages the loaves expected
she picked up his growl
and walked with them on her back
torn hood on her back,

in riding her lips juice to the letters
flat the tomato hood her mother's mother
read defined books gray in letters
they lie now and read themselves aloud.

In the underneath I am to eat yeast
expected to live far on her back
high flat and picked in the underneath
full of brindled fur the pages his gray

walk way and high
torn the books lips they lie in
a juice the fat defined
and read back his refusal of the ax.

She with the fat loaves
the open them up to the forest
in the riding through the woods on her back
her mother's mother the man to themselves,

she herself to fur themselves
in the underneath they lie the wolf books
expected far on her back her grandmother
high away flat by her large live teeth,

full of juice the loaves fat
in the riding yeast to see you with
she the picked up the defined the
lips tomato hood by her large eyes,

walked them read the live letters
and brindled with pages
letters in basket all the better
torn open to the forest on her

grandmother all the better picked up
on her back in far lie books in
expected to the forest on woodsman
and away by his clean tongue,

underneath large eyes they the loaves
to themselves lifting axes to taste
full of the juice back
in the riding his the motherly ax,

she the defined the grandmother
lips torn open to the tomato
and walked with her flat pages
hood them wolf ax riding them,

slip them basket all the better
clean you with lips to themselves
lifting letters to the wolf forest in her
mother's mother's mother's mother