It's looking Grimm. by Aaron BlairIn love, you repeat yourself.
The porridge is always too warm
or not warm enough, and the
bed lulls you into a trance.
When you wake up,
the teeth might be sharp,
the mistakes stacking up,
blocking the cottage door.
You keep on wanting the
fairytales. Reality: a prince's
blue heart in a gilded glass box
is worth exactly as much as
you would think. Only the
bears don't lie. Predators,
they wear their intentions on the
outside, on their dripping sleeves. 11/06/2004 Author's Note: Have you seen Pretty Woman lately?
Posted on 11/08/2004 Copyright © 2024 Aaron Blair
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