My Reality

bite me, hit the road, take a hike

I feel tough in my clichés

but I am serious when I say

step back reality

I want none of you

I will not be sad

because it is the custom

nor fear out of convention

face you reality?

I think not

I choose this tender face instead

even now as you pull

down the corners of his mouth

and knit his brow

with your accountibility

not you, but he

is more pleasing to me

and skipping through

my sweet fiction

watches me happily

because my lab results

are worrisome you think

you can rearrange my smile?

I dare you try

you will fall to my smirk alone

you are powerless

in this sacred space

you with your predictable

joyless face

I turn my back

turn up the music

join hands with my coven

threaten us here with statistics

and headlines and you will find

yourself fuel to the very flames

we dance around

while my daughter’s belly aches

of dying fairytales

do not rap upon our door

we do not entertain your kind

reality is for realists

you will find none here

look around, there is only

me and the children

and we have our heads

planted deep in fairy dust

winged sprites and magic wardrobes

ancestral pirates and actualized seagulls

all are real to us

here a handful of carrots erases

the worst chocolate offense

and a handful of vitamins

equalizes a night of martinis

in those moments when resolve wavers

when in my weakness

logic and history bears down on me

when my open and innocent child inside

wanders away

and I am left laughing

at life out loud

hoping to find comfort

in the sound of my own voice

know your hold on me

even then is fleeting

for every morning the truth

to my soul restored

what I choose to believe

is

my reality