There is a silver plated pitcher next to my laptop.
I dug it out of the bottom of a cabinet
It’s at least 77 years old,
Part of the silver service my mother got for her wedding,
At least I think it is, it has a big F engraved on it,
Her maiden name was Fisher but
Her married name started with an A.
I played with this silver service when I was a kid
I particularly loved the top of the sugar bowl,
It looked like a big busty lady with a voluminous skirt,
I called her Cinderella.
My sister wants us to collect the set and sell it.
Outside on the front stoop,
Neighbors are threatening to beat up my crazy landlord
But I’m thinking of Cinderella
While the world burns.
Dance, Cinderella, dance!
It’s almost midnight.
