You say you wanted a happy surprise,
A jewel in a piece of sugared dough,
Something to crack a molar on and more.
A life that’s a feast fit for a troll,
A grain of sand that’s bursting with the world,
– All the things you say you want.
Don’t hurry, love, to claim the throne,
The last son always gets it anyway.
Don’t eat the apple with too-shiny skin,
Or strain to see a glimpse of goddess-flesh.
Some joys we need protection from and more.