I was white like a pure cotton puff
in a field of new fauna ruptures
You were an etched beauty – frosted like a faceless
smooth blanket of snow
I was a colorless quilt no patches of guilt
You were bright like a cloisonne portrait of royalty
You were the queen to me
I danced and twirled to get your attention
I threw myself into your family
You said this one word – hopeless
I was crushed by the blow; so low
You were cherished and revered
stepping delicately from here to there
I was dragging the bottom solo
couldn’t figure out how to come up for air
I knew my world changed in that moment
like when a performers wig suddenly falls off
You offered fragrant cocktails
so perfectly lovely and never even asked one question of me
I had the crushing realization
Molotov
Wheels off
Falsity
Time doesn’t allow do overs — time allows for new maneuvers
Hello daughter of another mother
A new future