21st Century Cinderella
Nathan Jeffries
I saw Cinderella on Friday
a mousy five foot six
with dirty purple swollen
fingernails and cracked
peeled dried slug lips
hidden by abandoned cob
web bangs.
“Beautiful if it wasn’t for
the years of indentured
servitude” another in
line ventured to me.
For the abolition of the monarchy
had left her with no prince to
carry her and the mice and the fairy
godmother off to their
Los Angeles Happy Everafter
Instead GE bought the
rights to her and the farm
where she grew a body
covered in yellow-brown
calluses
While catering a field of
carriage pumpkins who
are rented by prom night
teens so that they don’t leave
cum stains on the upholstery
of their parents’ minivans.
