after the glass slipper fit
deciding to go barefoot
anyway
*
I could be more open
if you stopped reaching
said the hand
*
black sheep, black sheep
you are such a fool, yes sir yes sir
eyes don’t go with wool
*
peeking into my broken heart
only to find another heart broken
a breeze goes through
*
we could dance more often
if you sang more
said the toes
*
even sad songs
are good
for dancing
*
look at her
thinking she has to try harder
her hands two hummingbirds
*
it never came back,
that goldfinch, but every morning
she sets out the seeds
Number 7 is the charmer for me. And I like the lilt of the ones that seem to be talking to yourself — 2,4