House of Bourbon
(“Found” poem from about 1998; revised 2010.)
What if I don’t want to be a princess?
My precious face. My beautiful face.
It’s not all I have.
Alternatively, you might see me as just another
Angry Cinderella who leaves her shoe
The way you leave a footprint:
To prove that I was there.
(I was there. I was there. I was there.)
Like a record album
Or a child.
I left that ball. True.
I walked out. Also true.
Just know the shoe you found
Was not by clumsy mistake
Nor left as a tease
but as a statement.
And after the anger
Which will fade like the red of my lips
There will remain this
My footprint.
2 comments:
Wow, that's really wonderful.
I can't believe I haven't been reading your blog!
(I have been writing, though. Misha is having more adventures.)
love,
Dorothy
Thanks, Dorothy! Can't wait to read more about Misha!
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