Before long, the animals begin to gather at the edge of the woods. Rabbits, deer, the tiniest field mice. They‘ve been waiting for this fairy tale for years. The witch calls us Greta and Henry, gathers us at her knee. There is the air of an event about to happen, a disturbance in the clearing. Because we are cautious, she lures us with maple candies and milk. Doses us with lithium and licorice. I’ve never wanted so badly to be swallowed whole. Can feel all my hollows fill with honey. Nothing so sweet as the girl who wandered away from the path. Nothing so delicious as that sort of fear. Ask the wolves and their teeth.