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The True Story Of Cinderella

Originally posted on Elan Mudrow:
As kids While in a scout troop We had to glue dry macaroni On the outside of A lady’s shoe. Spray paint it Gold Place fake flowers Inside of it That didn’t fit, and give it to our mothers, with a smile, And a yearning for approval. The shoe was one our mothers gave us, From their mystery closet Which, to the best of our knowledge, Was filled with thousands Of shoes from various time periods. The shoe, pump or stiletto Appeared to us As something mummified, An ancient artifact. Detached from our mothers. How could we give it back? Something just didn’t seem right About it. I mean, how Could they wear the damn thing again? If indeed, they wore the thing in the first place. ? It, my finished starched slipper of a gift, The prized Michelangelo, The leaning high heel of pasta, My expression of artistic noodlery A representative of post post post American Modernist Scouting, Sat in the middle Of the dining room table For a…