Fairy Tale Girl

Remember that hot outdoor concert in late July,

Where the singer autographed my t-shirt?

We stood in line for over an hour,

And you pretended that you didn't mind. 

I knew I'd throw it out eventually,

Because I'd tell him a name that wasn't mine;

A name that belonged to some fairy tale girl:

A princess in a land that never existed,

But we waited regardless.

That shirt was like everything else that summer,

Its fabric, spun of sugar, would be charred by the cool air of September;

By a tense midnight under the stars,

Where we laid on twin child's slides,

Our arms resting timidly on the barrier between them.

We would forget how we got there,

Knowing only that who the other was was not who we wanted to be,

We would slice blindly through three years of knots in a futile effort to prove  that our eyes were not mirrors.

We'd whisper lies,

That it meant nothing,

And that we'd see one another when you got back,

But we knew you'd never really get back

We'd never really get back; 

Back to that moment before we knew the shape of each other's mouths,

Before we'd tasted one another's silent trepidation,

And the words we could never find the strength to say:

Words like "I'm sorry," 

And "I love you." 

Are you happy? 

I imagine you, free from the defeated gaze of your own reflection, 

Able to mold your body like so much clay,

Forcing it, finally, to fit in those fettering Catholic school skirts.

And I can't decide if it's comfort,

Because I know you can't hide him forever. 

The turrets are made of salt,

And there are rain clouds on the horizon. 

Reviews

[Matthew Kult]

A slap you in the face look into your world. Was excellently written and although personal still a good read. Great job.

Regards,

Matthew