ODE TO MOLLY GRUE

By Alicia Ruiz-Yeganeh

Let me hold my life

with shaking hands.

Please, trust me.

I’ll cradle the thing,

coo as it gurgles back.

I’ll hold it up to the light

and trace its hazy lines

with stony fingers.

Can’t it be mine?

It should have been mine.

I’ll take its hands

and twirl it round

and round,

as my surroundings morph

into the lilac woods,

faster

till I

let go.

It careens off like something I should wish on.

I find it

scrambled on the floor.

I know what’s to follow.

I chase the cats away

from its cold body

and I produce fat tears,

thump my fists on soft bark.

Till the mirror reflects,

“I told you so.”

But what does it matter?

For truly, I was never real at all.

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