Conversations with Rapunzel

by hala alyan

How did you manage it?
I had tower the way other women
had perfume.
North: decoy.
I tell him to keep climbing,
moon-target.
He does.
Imagine
brick: midnight vigil.
Yourself, gathered
like a horseshoe,
shooting far, far, far.
What is your favorite color?
Blue.
But not your god’s blue.
Blue that is not really
blue at all.
Blue
hanging like the guts
of a flower after
thunderstorm.
Blue of caves.
Why did you pick vinegar over diamonds?
Because they sink
in bathwater
and cannot help you in
war.
Why did you unrope yourself?
It is cut-rate,
to worship from afar.
That brick,
it halved me like ribcage.
I wanted his sigh,
his gymnastics
yanking my teeth.
What love,
to have him pull
his bones
towards heaven. Me.
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