Snow White lives up the street
with those seven little dwarves. She’s got it good.
They eat a lot when they come home, but they’re gone
most of the day.
Back home, they stay up late, tell stories. Snow
White likes the noise.
It comforts her to know they’re safe.
The washing and mending isn’t too overwhelming. They aren’t
picky. But sometimes Snow White gets lonely,
goes into town in disguise.
Once she dressed as a handsome prince. People bowed.
Once she was an old lady, selling apples.
She has a new huntsman outfit she’s dying to try.
The dwarves came home late last night.
They’d finished their big project — something handmade
Snow White asked to see it.
They said no.