Ritual Sacrifices from the She-wolf

I hate her you said
she is awkward

you were licking off the disdain
from your dainty ringed fingers

“you’ve a lovely home miss…
may I address you by your real name?”

my husband you said,
will be here momentarily,
with a rub of the lamp

it’s all ritual animal slaughters with you
(rabbits, pigs, giraffes)

oh god it’s the lady or the tiger with you
always
(I wish I could keep both doors
shut, and you’d be both and neither;
Schrodinger’s fanged kitten)