I ravaged racks of wedding dresses.
Looking for one to replace my mother’s.
I wore hers out in the rain
And ruined it with mud.
I snapped the spaghetti straps
And tore the hemline with my father’s yellow galoshes.
Running through different realms,
I was a queen and there was a king.
I was an empress and there, an emperor.
I ruled with dead leaves,
Rusty bars, and my
Gliding side to side on my blue swing,
I was riding a dragon.
In the sky over quilted patches of Earth.
I tore the templates from the ground and mended the dress myself.
I rode into the clouds
And married the endless void.
10 years old —
Knew I’d be a runaway bride.