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I’m a Red Riding Hood
in the breezy forest,
trusting that there are no
hidden teeth and claws
in the blanket in the cabin
with shiny windows and wings.

Like Jack climbed his beanstalk,
I too ascend,
trying not to wake
sleeping giants in the sky,
hoping for
treasured golden memories
and luggage devoid of stolen goods.

I’m Goldilocks
wandering into seats unfamiliar,
hoping airplane porridge
and a twelve hour flight
through the night
are just right
with the companionship of
bears who are more comfortable
sleeping in different beds
than they are with others
sleeping in their own.


We promise

It’s never




Only one

Fairytale for sale.

Wedged between the brown cracked lamp

And sagging couch,

The cellophane-wrapped

Still-beating heart

Makes you wonder

If you could live

Without it.