Svigor

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