I am thinking of a fairy tale,
Cinder Elephant,
Sleeping Tubby,
Snow Weight,
where the princess is not
anorexic, wasp-waisted;
flinging herself down the stairs.
I am thinking of a fairy tale,
Hansel and Great
Repoundsel,
Bounty and the Beast,
where the beauty
has a pillowed breast
and fingers plump as sausage.
I am thinking of a fairy tale
that is not yet written,
for a teller not yet born,
for a listener not yet conceived,
for a world not yet won
where everything round is good;
the sun, wheels, cookies, and the princess.
-Jane Yolen
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