Perhaps

Perhaps
the world can tilt
and I can converse in sensible tones
without the anxiety
as sweat pours down my legs
and the carpet trips my steps.
See how I impress?
The bangles clang on the slight arms
their eyes bloom as lotus
as mine wilt in the sun.
My mouth has begun to spew serpents, instead of diamonds
when the prince approaches the well.
But perhaps.
I can grow into my clam shell,
my Venus body will become inoffensive,
but their earings catch the sun
just as it hits the horizon
their bright colors burst open like flames.
Perhaps,
but not today.