my tale began simply enough
straight pines
margins wide, endless words
pages perfect for
bending, underlining, reexamining
but
after a few
careless readers
'tenderness' turned into 'tattered'
and
the construction of
my tower began
brick by brick
mortared carefully
with
apathy, indifference
able to shelter against
the most
debilitating debonairness
or
weltering, winsome wiles
when i imagined
my fairy tale future
rapunzel
was not what
i had in mind
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