Once Upon


Each time we retell
the story we arent
remembering you and me
we are telling
the last time
we told it
to ourselves
to others

we tell only the last time
not what we once upon a timed

You started out
a knight in
shining, controlling, glory
I started out
an aged damsel
with unprecedented distress

the way it went
you chickened out
the way it went
i couldn’t run away

I never rode away on your white horse to safety
We spend too much time in our heads, not distant lands

I’ve heard the retelling
How I moved too fast for you
How my honesty spooks horses
and those with cloven hooves
like you

I’ve recounted our tale
with those sideblinders on
you’ve been the knight
you’ve been the king
you’ve been the servant
and I’ve been had

And if we met
and told this story now
How would it go?
A man without a steed
A woman not without
what if we met
this fairytale head on:
no memory
no recount
no recant
no armour
no veil
just us

About Margaret Elysia Garcia

Margaret Elysia Garcia primarily writes fiction, essays and poetry from a remote corner of the Sierra Nevada. She's currently working on a non-fiction book regarding body positivity through plus-sized alternative modeling .She blogs here and at Throwing Chanclas. And is the co-founder of Pachuca Productions a Latina owned microtheatre in Plumas County, California
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