Mendacious Retellings of Lesser Elections

She's the opposite
of Cinderella--
once the grape wears off
and the curtains pull their weight
in the first moments of mourning
she rescinds nocturnal fumblings
with a simple set of words
that I've no place to tell you
since a beggar's got no tongue

but rest assured it's poignant
and equally deserved
by a klutz who burnt the clutch out
trying to leave first
and who longs to suffer silently
beside a coiled snake
who can't fuck with the lights on
let alone to opera.


Currently reading:
"The Dark Tower VI:  Song of Susannah" by Stephen King.