She said she plays roles for people if they need her to. I'm wondering if she's playing one for me, then, can she see what I am and how I feel? She's had so much experience I must be utterly opaque, a translucide. I think she'd think what I'm feeling is dangerous and she'd try to keep me away more if she knew. I don't want her to play a role for me. I want to be her friend.
We're almost unknown quantities to each other and yet
I feel so very familiar because of that space between us
It's not quite politeness; because I'm in your life, but not in that way, too close
In the way I want to be. I don't want you to be a role for me.
I don't want to be a role for you. I wonder if we are friends or if
You're just working your spell on me; fairy Godmother
I think more Cinderella.
And I'll be the prince, though not really.
You're the rescuer but maybe I could
switch roles once in a while. Because I'm boyish
And I leap railings, and you're always by the hearth
Though well protected, no need for a valiant knight.
Because you're magic, sorceress of solace.
A carriage from a pumpkin and paradise from crumbled streets.
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