FM Once Upon a Time

Shoot the sleeves; lining bobsleds the cotton
Cuffs tap your wrists; slacks fall, unwrinkled,
Straight from your hips to pool like the curtains--
It's always the curtains...

Barefoot on the dock of the retention pond
Whitecaps starving for your toes, foaming
For that last taste of you, skin still burnt from
Scholarship arguments...

Lights and cars; roads and monuments sink
Like fairyland underneath that oak tree
You told instead of their faces, like a sacrifice
You couldn't watch

You can explain your qualifications to the city
En Francais while you feel the soft wood trembling
Beneath your soles, watch the window like water
Behind the manager

You can smell the cows gathered by the fence
On your skin, always smarter than you, sticking
Together; a deeper voice, slow and angry, 
In your pulse

There's no soul you've got left to exchange
You left it shredded like plastic on a barbwire
Fence, down in Texas, trying to fly from
A jealous fairy king.

Linking (maybe) to The Sunday Muse. 

-- Chrissa