Sonnet #320

Dog barking in the night, I know this song

But I never sing along, because I think

Of Cinderella on her throne, queen of drink

Not pretty, now, and the birds and mice along

The walls are more loyal than the servants

That resent how she came from them and they

Will never be like her, the dust of cinder that they

Leave inside her napkins and pillowcases and ants

Allowed to crawl among the crumbs left on dresses

She swears they are doing it on purpose, but they 

Swear it is just the mice and bird caresses

For her whole life she lies awake at night, pray

To keep this place in life won suddenly say nothing

Hold all the night inside your chest, keep breathing.