Regular Poem: Sleeping Beauty

31 May

But can you imagine
the sleep hangover chica had
when she woke up from that curse–

disoriented, back aching,
bra grown into her flesh,
contacts stuck at strange angles in her eyes,
hair and bobby pins no longer in sync,
Lana Del Ray stuck in her head,
ravenous no doubt,
8600 notifications on her phone?

“Thanks for waking me, Phil, but
before we go on with our happy ending
I HAVE GOT to go the little princesses room.

“Also, what year is it?”

We’ve all been there
in small increments
on a Sunday afternoon
except it’s a dog giving you
true love’s kiss,
and instead of a fairy tale wedding
to get gone to
there’s a church book study you’re late for.

But it’s still like,
“I need 15 pancakes,
and also
what year is it?”


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