Postmodern Fairy Tale
Once there was a weasel. No,
stoat, mongoose, raptor—
which of these are names of roller coasters?
symbols of stealth, or cruelty?
Predators carry our dreams
out of the cellar, tails twitching.
Meet me at the cemetery gates
in a red pillbox hat, imaginary friend.
One real friend killed herself, left two daughters
and two hundred hats, all black. What did they do
with them? I could ask Eve, the younger.
Just went skydiving in Dubai, she posted.
Margaret Young is the author of two collections, Willow From the Willow (Cleveland State Poetry Center) and Almond Town
(Bright Hill Press). She lives in Beverly Massachusetts and teaches at Endicott college.
– photo by VOIGTF64