Fairytale, Shaken and Stirred
By Jaclyn // [email protected]
December 2003



She will give you a bizarre smile,
something fleeting and pained
hidden in two neat little rows of white teeth,
and you will run. She will turn and walk away,
and neither of you will look back.


You wonder about the word enough:
what it means,
and whether it exists.
time passes.


angry words and
stark handprints of surprise--
(you do not like to think of this time)


you loved her,
and she loved you


once upon a time


Make me smile :: [email protected]