Night-damsel dials 1-800-
Knights shining armor on the inside
where it counts, like flowers on a Monday,
love in between and after sex,
Counts one fairy dial tone
two fairy god mother,
and gets the answering machine:
“Fresh out of darlings, sweet hearts, and dears…
Leave your name and number…” the days
you’ve been alone, tired,
and waiting for the glass slipper to fit.
has hung herself from your top button.
Her wings flutter, beat against your chest
until, finally, like popcorn in the kitchen,
she’s done. But the movie is too good
The little devil on your shoulder slaps
a scissors in your hand and begs you
to cut the line. “She’s a good friend of mine”,
The microwave beeps a reminder.
We all have time to kill.
Out from the crowd,
And the rest moved away
like disinterested cattle.
You’ve found me.
And we held without give.
Not a feather heavierfor love on the midnight lawn.
Stuart Pease received a Bachelor of Arts in English from Saint John’s University (MN) and is currently enrolled in Hamline University’s Master of Fine Arts program in Creative Writing. He lives in St. Paul, Minnesota.