tale fantasies weaving distorted
gender roles through my unconscious, I paint
my face in pantomime of perceived
beauty before I begin my day. Catching
a glimpse of myself in long-muted mirror,
I shudder at the prepubescent thought
that flashes: What if
Prince Charming finds me today? Instinctively,
I reach for soap and cloth, scrub
my skin until it bleeds free
of all such nonsensical internal commentary.
My bathroom echoes my own
wicked-queen response: Who really fucking cares!
gender roles through my unconscious, I paint
my face in pantomime of perceived
beauty before I begin my day. Catching
a glimpse of myself in long-muted mirror,
I shudder at the prepubescent thought
that flashes: What if
Prince Charming finds me today? Instinctively,
I reach for soap and cloth, scrub
my skin until it bleeds free
of all such nonsensical internal commentary.
My bathroom echoes my own
wicked-queen response: Who really fucking cares!