So I followed the hazel hen into the thicket,
      being a woman
      whose hungers are veiled in green —

It's the hunter, not the hunt, that I desire,
      being a slice
      of meat off the human bone —

Ribbons silvered and beads!
A fragment of mirror sewn into an o.

One of the seven bedeviled —
      heels clicking to the celestial
      & damnable toll
      of the abducted bell

Scatter a fistful
      of gemstones to clatter on the flagstones

Now that I've taken fairy food —
Never again to eat or sleep —

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Izzy lives in a fishbowl wedged between the roots of a tree.