A Haiku About Glass Slippers (and other things)

Fragility’s threat
To cut you when it shatters–
I could see through it.

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Again.

Want to make change?
First you’ve got to make history
Out of the fantasies in your mind
Out of the thick air where you draw
Ghosts of some past to inhabit you
Who see ruins of pillars in the cobblestone
and say to rebuild
what always wasn’t
Again.

Rules Of Conditional Acceptance:

They’re so glad to have you here
So long as you’re not too much of what you are,
And can fit yourself inside their narrow outline for one of the good ones
(Exactly one of the good ones).

But now you notice it’s feeling tight
And you’ve spent your life climbing up their pedestal
So you can be a prop:
One season change away from going out of style,
One slip away from getting knocked off.

I don’t want to be one of your good ones anymore.

The Awkward Moment When (Month 4)

You’re homesick
but you’re not sure where for

And you decide you want to be a normal person
almost as much as you really don’t

When you’ve forgot what you’re running to
and start wondering what you’re running away from

and what if you sat back and let it catch you this time?

Keep the Change

I want to change the world one day!

That’s it? You can do that in the next 10 seconds.

How?

Scootch your chair in a bit.

*Scootch*

And thus, the chair distribution of the world was altered.

That wasn’t much of a change.

You’re right. That was a small change. You’ll make more of those than any other kind.

As long as you keep scootching and talking and touching and buying and using and exhaling and appearing–or not–I guarantee it. Some for the better and some for the worse and some for neither.

Sometimes you won’t be able to tell which is which, and I’m not sure there’s always an answer, but I hope you keep remembering to ask. Even if you go looking for bigger changes to make: don’t stop seeing how you are always changing the world, and always have been, and sometimes get to choose how.