The Gingerbread House

...another true story...

Nibble nibble          Into the Gingerbread House we go
red pot, blue pan, dried roses hang on the mossy wall
so I smell Snow White’s perfume. She sings with me and I with her.
We never sweep the cobwebs away but let them
grow into pretty veils to dance around.
A dwarf lives here—his earthy heart is broken—he is so lonely…    
I let him kiss me, I don’t remember who he is but
he lets me smoke cigarettes in bed.
I even divide my gold every day and give him half.
Chocolate Cake rests on the table under its crystal coffin
while it waits for time to pass.
I am enchanted here, I come back again, and again, and again. . .
I long for Halloween—mushroom forest.    
Sometimes I don’t know my name.    
Scratch scratch    I carve it into the table so I don’t forget    
I cut my finger a little.
Tip-toeing through the parlor with my lemonade and champagne
to pour around, I scarcely disturb the two wolves    
breathing noisily    like ogres ready to wake.    
I play dress-up in a torn red robe, pretending it’s made of satin.
The painting of his bare mother watches us from under Christmas lights.    
Bump bump     I hit my knees on the treasure chest
at the bottom of the stairs every time I go by.
My bruises wonder what’s inside. . .one day, he says, it will be full
of all the things I want. Sometimes the gypsies and elves visit
to produce fairy dust from their patched pockets.    

     We think happy thoughts     learn to fly.      

     I have no thoughts at all.     Sniff    Puff.    At all.
 

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Very well written.
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