I once wore a red cloak
and marched the streets,
when a man asked about
my big, bad wolf,
looked to the dog beside me.
I wanted to smile a blood-soaked grin
and tell him that the wolf
is him and his.
I cry over Hulu once a week,
over stunning shots of cinematography,
but mostly over the blood-chilling thought
of what's still to come,
where I'll be placed,
what will be done to me
and to those I love.
I see lawn ornaments, even,
donning cloaks,
cover shrimp-stained pinks
with pure white wings,
protesting little bit
of everything
while the world seems
to go up in flames.
I hear news of a sequel,
which I know I'll read,
but can't help but wonder,
why bother?
when headlines make up
the pages in between.
Juliette Sebock is a Best of the Net-nominated poet and writer and the author of Mistakes Were Made, Micro, How My Cat Saved My Life and Other Poems, Three Words, Plight of the Pangolin, and Boleyn, with work forthcoming or appearing in a wide variety of publications. She is the founding editor of Nightingale & Sparrow, runs a lifestyle blog, For the Sake of Good Taste, and is a regular contributor with Marías at Sampaguitas, Royal Rose, Memoir Mixtapes, and The Poetry Question. When she isn’t writing (and sometimes when she is), she can be found with a cup of coffee and her cat, Fitz. Juliette can be reached on her website, juliettesebock.com, or across social media @juliettesebock.
