Martha Zweig

                                      after William Blake

Oops, hit the skid rind, cruel world
slipped a corkscrewy peel
of it’s-about-time.

Spirits high, royalty flung itself wide
open upon its own unhinges & by a splinter
of chance that night I rose, my first foot

received into a golden glassyeyed
slingback pump, slick as princeling himself & the moon\
by its half & half-
again measures recalculating what brass
tarnish or shine
he & his might take to me & mine.

Heels, toes, how didn’t both poor stepsisters flail
tipsy & lose
their balances, bloody-shod & blind!

Remember the cornfield listening?– nick
of the worm in the rolypoly
pumpkin’s undercarriage?

Sooner or later a watched
wedding boils.

Martha Zweig is an American poet and the author of Get Lost, Monkey Lightning, and Vinegar Bone, among other works.
Originally published:
April 1, 2018


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