Christine woke up from a nightmare in an Alaskan
Best Western, before realizing she wasn’t dreaming.
“This is a very scary time for young men in America,” the man in the t.v. blasted.
She hadn’t come far enough north.
So she unplugged, strapped on her big
red hiking boots (the better to kick with)
and escaped into the woods
like Little Red Riding Hood or
Hansel and Gretel,
leaving no bread crumbs
for there was no turning back.
Christine knew that throughout history and fairytales,
women and children had never been safe
in the forest. But now was an especially scary time
in America for #MenToo.
Wandering like Thoreau (a young man in America) through the woods,
she wondered whether Henry’d ever encountered
a big bad wolf or a creepy Grimm witch along the pond.
They used to hunt witches in Massachusetts, she shuddered
to think. Falsely accused, they were hung after trial.
She hurried along her way north until after a time,
through a curtain of dazzling snowflakes,
Christine came upon a nice-looking igloo where
she entered quietly, hoping everything would be