Perhaps we could meet half way

he said

because I am afraid too

suppose I did finally show up

hacking through the thicket with my sword

disturbing you from sleep

what would you actually say, Princess?

Call that a sword?

Come on woman, stir yourself off that single bed

rub the sleep out of your eyes and wake up to yourself

get up, get real, be loud and ungainly

unkind sometimes

too tall with ugly sister feet

not beautiful as the day

necessarily

It was only a little prick after all

Summer 2006