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