I read a fairy tale once
one with courts of creatures vying for
the biggest slice of mortal pie
trying to outdo each other left and right
at how best to use a human being for play
there was a queen and her sister
opposites in every way
she was the birthplace of order
of straight lines and rules
and her sister was a hot mess personified
sometimes I feel like the sister
reveling in the chaos birthed by my mere presence
but usually I just want peace and quiet
and calm seas
most days
I’m the queen with all her inherent control
almost inflexible with it
if I were a fairy
I’d be the one granting wishes
exactly
as they’re worded
twisting dreams into nightmares for fun
fairy tale choices [poem]
