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White Truth

Has Cinderella exchanged her broom for a gun?
Dunked her face in the fire
for the ultimate effect?

Do the seared-on horn handles
suggest a ferocity
that the softness of the feather flames denies?

Though the hand on hip could threaten or amuse,
bare feet standing firmly on the ground
anchor her soul intent

and there will be no time for a double-take
when the true-white ligature
releases her to unexpected flight.