Landlocked State

i still chase idealized versions
of reality.
i still want long hair that blows
in the backseat of a convertible
as we drive down to the beach
because we don't have to worry about
jobs and bills.
never mind i live in a landlocked state.
never mind i never wanted a convertible.
i still want to be the pretty girl
who has it easy
and falls in love and lives happily
ever after.
i still believe in fairy tales
even with feet in blood ribbons after tripping
in my glass shoes.
and apples already make me sick.
i still want to live happily ever after.
but mostly just happily.
that would be enough.