If a girl has no one to tell her she is wonderful, is she still a girl?
If Facebook were struck and crumbled, face shocked and shellacked blood-sooty, and if
the giant plastic women who’ve been flattened motionless
to swallow eighty floors of office windows should instead
peel away and parachute down to kiss the treetops
with their F&D Red No.6 lips and if
twenty years of letters and strangled music could dissolve
like pathogens in ocean-bound streams, and chime invisible
as dusk’s fairy sparkle
then, even then, could I
curl up inside the empty box on the dresser-top forest
that a porcelain angel came out of many Christmases
past, and breathe
in time’s negative advances and breathe
out blue frosting Cinderellas
until I forget I was once a grown-up girl
and remember my riddle’s silent answer?
And if a tree falls on a red panda, and the red panda mewls and shatters,
does the tree still matter?
top photo is by D Sharon Pruitt. By Pink Sherbet Photography from USA – Free Pretty Princess Pink Happy Birthday Cake Colors Creative Commons, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=37312407
Second photo: By Jeylina – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=12877392