No Princess

why would I

clamber over the bramble fence

Hell-bent Rapunzel alit

atop dissolving cinder blocks

snagging the velvet dress you made

train dragging spikes out of Himalayan berry

vines coiling up calves, bare soles

flattening pansy blossoms like coins

to reach you, betraying my garden

uprooting rare Brassica with

such blank hands

I would

why

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