Who killed little Miss America?
the flaxen haired
tawny curled beauty
that so many secretly adored?
Was it an
adulterous
slight
of hand
cutting through the night
or was
it the sight of her
an angel
freeze

framed

in her family photo?

innocence and knowledge
dancing on her forehead
like sizzling beads of sweat?

who will dance for us now
who will be the coveted dream
that no one has
but we all long for
like the ache to the tooth
before the good fairies come?