Some Kind of Ever After | 2010
Try to tread
on fires of flaming coal
and sheaths gloving shattered glass.
Sweep the spilt milk
almost oranged,
diluted with droplets of blood;
rivulets trickling onto your hands
calibrated as calluses of anchors
buried below the severing seas.
Undo the tarnish nestled in your malevolent mind
and shake the memories petrifying
in piles and piles of dying dust.
Become a neocinderella betrothed
to your charming mop
drowning sponges in sweat.
For one day, you’ll have smooth skin
and finally find a pair of shoes.
So rebel and resist,
shove or jostle,
just remember:
we all had to start somewhere.