shadow box

I don’t wonder what he is to me. Nor what I am to him. It’s glaringly obvious that I am a fantasy object that he believes would make his life complete, and absolutely wouldn’t. Elusive happiness, and one’s rabid attempt to find it. Nonetheless, I’m lured by the storyline he’s created for us. Not as […]

the red cloak in the closet

So the big bad wolf rings me up early yesterday morning and wants to know if I’m seeing anyone. “Just like that?” I ask, because it’s been nine or ten months at least since he shut me out of his life completely and I fell on my face in tears and crawled home all dirty […]

the other glass slipper

Once upon a time, Prince Charming, the smooth young DJ with the all-time best style, sent Cinderella a text asking her not to contact him anymore. Cinderella was at home, hanging her crotchless stockings up to dry. But the text sent her to the side table with the cigarette case, and a little lie-die on […]