Icing

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A vision built of sugar
And dressed with candy flowers
A lost girl’s calavera
Tooth achingly passionate and full of wonder
Drawing me to your alter for a closer look

Letter by sculpted letter, a digital song
Each word, a rosette of heart flutter cream
Each turn of phrase more mouthwatering and illusory than the last
But treasured and stored for later

Each bite
convinced me and its maker both
Of beautiful promises strung together like crafted candy pearls

Offered meal after empty meal
pink and white and perfectly dressed

Until
Lips glued shut in protest
Of one more hollow spoonful
I- parched and disenchanted-

Crave nothing more than the earthy, meaty flavors
Of something tangible and toothsome

Fairy Tales

There is no knight in shining armor.

Last night I dreamt of my heart ache
and relived a paper moment in flesh
The simultaneous experience of being too much and not enough
(A foolish mistress, convinced by his gallant steed)
my heart breaking again, this time in color and surround sound

At dawn I was torn deeper
As if the first pass wasn’t enough
Threat bearing down on me and my daughter
And he changed his name
without even the courtesy of rolling down the window
and drove away

Left worse off than before, holding
her fear
my sadness
and exactly the solutions I already had

But there is no secret language that speaks through two tongues.
There is no “you complete me.”
There is no Prince Charming.

I will continue to sing the aria
Making my children laugh
And dance with them around the room

While I figure out the course, no longer shackled to fairy tales of poverty

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