for all those targets of small minds
not quite white satin marshmallow
french fancy joke to the folks
the make jokes of folk
bent beggar over your own crystal anvil
to a person that has played at safe
safe over months to be with this way
traitor groom to your bride love denied
finessing a sour tongue forked
from sugar blessings that always withheld
bliss, to spit sick sissy lispings
truths blurred from their certain
miss marshmallow knows none would have her
now no one will, their sureties sure
shown shattering unspeakable,
prepared, so perfect, why even bother
to ask what went wrong
why would they when costume’s so clear
and you even you in your sober school suit
cannot approach how this could be
frozen, sugarplum fairy cake
you might as well dress that way, daily
and no one can wonder or even guess
how decades of therapy’s abuse denied
honed and prepared you to be served just like this
A. H / K. H-H (19th June 2020)
