By Victoria Chang
In the end she just wanted the house
and a horse not much more what
if he didn’t own the house or worse
not even a horse how do we
separate the things from a man the man from
the things is a man still the same
without his reins here it rains every fifteen
minutes it would be foolish to
marry a man without an umbrella did
Cinderella really love the prince or
just the prints on the curtains in the
ballroom once I went window-
shopping but I didn’t want a window when
do you know it’s time to get a new
man one who can win more things at the
fair I already have four stuffed
pandas from the fair I won fair and square
is it time to be less square to wear
something more revealing in North and
South she does the dealing gives him
the money in the end but she falls in love
with him when he has the money when
he is still running away if the water is
running in the other room is it wrong
for me to not want to chase it because it owns
nothing else when I wave to a man I
love what happens when another man with
a lot more bags waves back
Source: Poetry (June 2015)
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