snow white and the seven epiphanies
it hurts to know i cannot love the way i want to we fill the cut out cavities with hands we plug the holes with writhing fingers it startles me when the insides flail out the tiny creature inside facing death like another quick jaunt over the river oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhh i am coming to terms with the fact that they might marry someday she picks up the pieces with painstaking attention gathering half before abandoning the task the mirror reflects the glass still embedded in the planks of wood i cannot commit to having a child i already feel a sense of loss












