for Emelie. Thanks to Svetlana Chmakova for inspiration.
Left the pink tiara on Mars,
the glittery shoes near Alpha Centauri.
Brought fairy wings to Earth –
yeah, they don’t seem to work anymore.
Other women are acknowledged.
One I know atop an office building
chats lively, frequently with many.
Her life, a blur of light and motion.
She’s not waiting for her slipper back.
A day among expensive, dull chairs
and long, polished tables.
Standardized work wear.
Visiting in my thrift store dress,
staring out the window.
Natural light hides
the map of the stars
once navigated at a whim.