Published in Perception, 03-04 Issue Two
So this one time, my friend Ashley for some reason said the phrase “she only likes me at midnight,” and I thought it was so cool for some reason I wrote a poem around it.
I’m not entirely sure what it’s about. In my head I pictured a scene like a masked ball. With Cinderella showing up at midnight, instead of leaving then. The narrator might be caught in an untenable situation, but unwilling to walk away because the highs seem worth the lows.
I still like this one a lot.