3.

connecticut soil is made of rocks.

when we used to dig to make way for the tomatoes,

we built ourselves castles from the rocks.

granite ontop of granite

for peaks and glory and i am the princess.

i am the glory girl.

there were even enough left

over to build the hedge which came

right before the moat

and the draw bridge that

is only let down after a

collection of magic words

spun together is said with his eyes.

they used to call me repunzel.

the used to comment on my hair

blonde and long and strong

and wonder who might climb

up that braid

and crawl over the crown of my head

and up and down the mountains

and valleys of my ear

and into its drum

and suddenly inside.

they used to wonder who might have the strength.