Ra­pun­zel at En­chanted Lakes Beach­front Town­homes

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I can see the sea from here, but I can’t es­cape. Un­der lock & key in­side my girl­hood room, my hair grows long. Mother comes each night to wash & towel-dry my hair, then braid it tight, a chain along my spine.

Each night mother reads my day as writ­ten on my palms. One day she re­turns at dawn to strip the sto­ries from their shelves. She won’t speak to me but shreds the pages

of each book whose plot­line would point else­where. Locked in­side the wrong house, the wrong full-skirted night­dress, I can see the sea, the hori­zon re­ced­ing but lit at dusk as if by torches.

I’ll be the match. What dam­sel doesn’t love a house fire, all the rooms con­sumed by flames.

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