Maxi of Tragedy
leaves twirl on pavement;
I change colors with them
but never brown,
never brown like
chocolate intertwined
with your sneaker.
it mouths the words
of that same story.
this story haunts us
but Prince Charming
is a pickle.
he does not gallop
into this backdrop
of green leaves.
instead, boot prints
smolder in the field,
swords burp tragedies and
stolen opportunities
do not surface. it is
pickle’s lust.
his figure is muddied
in green juice- bumpy
ladybugs with fragile
scales. it is a
maxi of tragedy.
happy happy
ever after
spirals
downward
et al.
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