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