‘your father says the most
awful things,’
she intones, picking some iced
cherries from a bowl,
not deigning to look up
do you know about the Land of Mu?
would you like to escape
to the open waters of the Pacific
and forget what we’ve done to this world?
your step-sister continues
to pick at the cherries
like a small, pretty bird.
“...the most awful things,”
she coos, as the sun sets over your plantation.