an alternate ending for “The Goose Girl” fairy tale in poetry — You mistake me, my new husband,
as I lay here, quivering, in silks before you,
covered only by my unbraided tresses of gold,
spilling modestly over shoulder and breast. You mistake this silence
for cultured submission;
this demure, down-turned chin
for virtuous shyness. But tonight, I have no concern for…