dear Semivulpa,

queen of opossums, mother of wolves, our bona fide female monster
please be generous and don’t hide your claws and fangs
as you generously feeding the children of others
how fortunate one can be, licking sweet, creamy milk out of your breasts as a supper

forever kept in the straw paper of the hidden archives
stories told by the wanderers who could not write, could not speak
just sang the songs by your name
or whispered into the ears
turned into a symbol from a lost drawing
secured by the sacred gilts where sun was reflected upon

gates were foolishly unlocked for your presence
yet to the only place you wouldn’t even consider to entering


drawing by Cansu Çakar and text by Mine Kaplangı