Wednesday, May 5, 2010
At work she wears sturdy black shoes, and at home she goes barefoot because her cat does.
She owns no slippers, expects no princes.
She once beat a suspect with a frozen lean cuisine.
She does not drink.
She reads trash novels.
Every day, she sees the worst in people.
It is like a Lifetime movie,
But without stars.
Every time she sees a woman with that look she likes, she thinks:
Take my stupid badge, toss it on the floor, come get me.
Cinderella has a job with the police department.
Today, her hands shook so badly, she couldn't cuff a suspect.
She tells her partner some bullshit about stress.
After dark, she lies on her bed staring up at the skylight.
She is naked.
Every night, she tracks the moon, but it hardly seems like enough.
There are no stars.
(This is my 500th post at Word Garden!)