Frailty in a dragon robe
Feigns a cross-dresser as an old crone.
She lives in the towering, brittle hotel,
where the bag ladies go.
The protector needs nothing.
Keeping clean, she waits.
Her quiet stares are more than curiosity.
Don't talk about me.
Let's talk about you.
Her past is a mystery
Not an untruth.
Don't talk about me.
Let's talk about you.
Her past is a mystery
None of its true.
Her leather eyes tear pools.
She exhales a wolflike breath.
You have mighty big eyes!
Your teeth shine bright.
Will you be my grandmother?
I sense you'd like to be more.