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fairy, god, mother

Logan February

what day of the week exactly      

did the prince host his ball

i’m asking              because forgetting a

glass slipper seems like              something

i would do on a monday                      but

then again               i would never attend

a party on a monday

it makes no sense              wait okay

maybe i would              if there would

be handsome men              charming

men              who would promise to

take me away from home              when

i see mice               i feel vibrations of

memory echoing               i remember

myself and little friends running

into shadow              the persecution & the

rags               i’m not crazy      at least not

completely                        i have just been reading

about reincarnation &                          i think i

might have been cinderella in

a past life              which honestly wasn’t really

a life              until a good man came into it

i mean              just look at the similarities

the displacement              the dead father

the obsession with love              craving

bigger things               i do not belong where

i am              too big for this

place              the breathing of thin

air              abrasive air              the waiting for magic

but my mother doesn’t believe in fairies

only / god               i’m a fucking fairy

[surprise              surprise              surprise]

the working      the surviving

the walking on glass      the never

                                            falling through

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