better heads
have prevailed
the veil irreparably torn
upon considering
your invitation
a notion
while provocative
shiny in it’s candy wrapper
evaporates into ether
when the reality is unfolded
i see another woman’s panties tucked under your carriage’s seat
so i’ll save these glass slippers for another knight
as a matter of fact
the mere idea of taking your coachman’s hand
makes this cinderella
feel less like a princess swept off her feet
and more like a tired hooker