A Toast, Too Early
I have lived in 12 different houses, so far.
As a rule my mother has not let me have
the room facing the front of the house.
I have the farthest room from the entrance.
I had a curfew growing up--10 PM.
My younger brother has stayed out past 1
since before he turned eighteen.
My mom says I am a princess.
I don't have a fairytale life.
I'm just a girl, not some dainty royalty.
I want a room overlooking the front yard.
I want tacos at three in the morning.
To my future self--on your wedding day--
if you ever do find Prince Charming--
don't forget: I vowed against a fairytale life,
but don't feel as if you betrayed me.
(As long as in your new house your room faces
the front.)