Kikimora Looks for Love

Crawling out from under, she shoves the stove over a dirty inch, the little witch, wet-feet slopping linoleum like a cheapo plumber. Molds bread with her breath, breaks a dish to watch the shards teeth-chatter against the counter. Watch out, she’s let her hair down, grease and sway of swamp-root. Her dress, low-slung, hand-spun, with evil intentions–one look and you’ll catch your death. She won’t be quiet about it. Listen up for her wolf-whistle; baby, she’ll do more than keep your chickens.

Renee Emerson is the author of Keeping Me Still (Winter Goose Publishing 2014). Her poetry has been published in 32 Poems, Indiana Review, Literary Mama, and storySouth. She lives in Georgia with her husband and daughters.