TINKER BELL AND
(a cautionary tale for daughter and stepfather)
What is it that they hate in each other?
around the house dramatically
dropping bits of ballet ribbon on a lamp
leaving books in shreds beside the door.
A careless prima donna of exists and entrances.
A man who needs numbers and order
he accepts this female fray and
because it is life, his own fluttering spirit.
She endures his nuisance love
frown on flamboyance
from her mother's man of brutal vision
Sometimes though the pressure builds
steamy blue reckoning
ransacked with mist and forming rain.
up the whole saltwater pond
and force it down on monster mountains.
The house becomes an ark
flooding behind me
pulsing with his Zeus, a thunder of indignation
shattered by her feline, frightened Tinker Bell
resentment, flying into corners of defense
darning at his eyes.
It's over so quickly for them.
change in weather
am the exile.
Humiliation sitting on my own front steps
banished from a
war of love I started.
Smiling, they come out to rescue me.
white doves with olive branches, one apiece
purely to make promises on this
fresh May day
veined green and flaming with birds.