Deciding Against Time
To be simple, we prepared for something beautiful
but everything went glass and too many slippers
don’t fit. There’s always more wrong here:
our backwards gowns pinch and we’re papered-in,
every bitten apple cracks a crown down the middle—
our cavities ring, are diamond-empty. I want to start again
where a bouquet makes sense only because it is together. But we are all mid-
toss and realizing how hard everything below looks.
Aren’t we too soft for this? Please say yes.
Please say, I’m sorry, if a fall is all we’re in for
and I will turn headstrong, turn nosedive, turn to my knees—
accept this ground and everything that comes down to it.