Kitchen Magazines

I grew up on a diet of fairytales
Devouring every bit of magic I could get my hands on
When Cinderella, Aladdin and Snow White
ran out of steam, all that was left
Were kitchen magazines
They were sitting in a stack, waiting 
for the next visitor to open them a crack 
So I traded enchanted forests for
Granite countertops and stainless steel sinks
Whirlwind romances for state-of-the-art appliances 
Lightwash cabinets and hardwood floors
Became a new fantasy world to explore 
My dream kitchen... green cabinets, 
natural light streaming in
was a picture
Of who I could be, the kind of life I would lead
Would I be the mother who baked treats 
every afternoon? 
A clean freak? 
Or would we sit on the counters sipping 
Coffee in our morning shoes? 
I never stopped believing in fairytales 
I just started writing them myself... 


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