my life is not a fairytale, but i let myself pretend it could be.

a poem in which i refer to my mom as “mam” for the sake of loose rhymes.

Photo by Wolfgang Hasselmann on Unsplash

i like to place the line

once upon a time in front

of veridical stories because the phrase

allows me to view life events as a phase

and my reality feels more fictional

which makes it all bearable.

a recent discovery

that sounds oh so lovely

is the concept of simply living

within the confines of a fantasy

where happily ever after exists

and bad luck is dismissed,

but alas — here i am

repeatedly saying goddamn

and cursing an invisible man

for taking away my mam.

☽