Feeling: Like this
Listening to: Tori Amos, "Twinkle"
Reading/Watching: Dromio #2. Bumped into him. I miss the whole Comedy of Errors gang.
Tinkerbell
Barefoot on the mirror's face
Her laugh is broken glass
So strong, with apple-kneed legs
and wide open eyes
and is that glitter trail
her hopeful glow?
or residue as she wears herself
thin?
Under the spotlight
her limbs akimbo
her light drowned in glare and
fluorescent flash bulbs
(she doesn't really shine
in the frying pan)
Give her dark
and air and
breath.
She'll fill a room for you
twinkling all the while.
Your smile keeps her singing.
The clatter of your hands
the way you cheer and clap
the way you believe in her,
she wilts without it.
When she's that scrape of shimmer
between the wall
and the door
your praise throws her wide
and sends her soaring.
You believe, and it keeps her alive.
How long? before that smile
that applause
is empty
to keep her going? How long
before she knows your teeth are grimace
your hands sycophantic noise?
How long? before she stops believing
in you?
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