Thursday, February 24, 2011

So Smooth

Trumpet smooth in my ears
your skin smooth with color
so smooth to fall in love with you.
Falling asleep when I'm so sleepy
is smooth
until I wake up behind the wheel
behind the folded hood
behind the mistake I can't
remember making

~February 24, 2011

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Playing Cinderella

I used to play Cinderella,
but you can't pretend all the time
because ballgowns and glass slippers
are a once in a while thing.
The fairy godmother appeared anyway,
and she granted my wish
and I made you believe
a pumpkin could be a carriage
carrying me to you.
And all the magic blinded me too
until I believed I couldn't live without the spell
and spent all my time fighting midnight
and when I lost one slipper,
I cut myself with the other,
to remember what I'd thought
was the story of a princess
and her charming.
By now the mice have forgotten their hooves
but their naked pink feet
are too much for me to bear.
My ragged dress is
a fairytale gone wrong
but I can't stop wearing it
and this one glass shoe is crippling me.

~February 23, 2011