you seem to be getting your sparkle
back, my godmother said but not
drily, since this is not modern poetry;
I warned you.
go out to the pumpkin patch…
oh look, godmother, your breakfast is
boiling over, I lied, but only because
I was tired of bringing the pumpkins
in all day for the inspectors
after washing all those dishes.
well that could have happened
if Charles Perrault had suddenly keeled over
elegantly, of course,
Into his golden baguette before
buttering it...
back to the story.
sparkling takes a lot of work unless
you’re a star or glitter my little sister
said having scattered it
all over the house in her own
personal glitter parade
the moral of the stories
oh my dears my dears
don’t
stop shining
mary angela douglas 30 june 2013
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