Once upon a Time
In the Name of Allah
…
Once upon a Time
Once upon a time
a rabbit prince left his castle of a hole,
I mean,
hole of a castle
to stumble upon
a beautiful figurine
of a pitiful ballerina
with a broken leg
and the traces of a missing bun
at the crown of her head.
This rabbit prince
took the ballerina by the hand,
twirled her in the air
once or twice—
or may be thrice.
He squinted
then poke her porcelain skirt
he shook her
then took her
and hurled her into the river
by his side.
Pockets in his chubby hands,
I mean,
hands in his chubby pockets,
no, chubby hands in his pockets,
he turned his back to her
and walked away.
He was wearing a blue velvet jacket that day
an image the ballerina never forgot.
She was wearing her blues that day;
and her blues
did not have pockets.
Sare
