From The Big Book of Fairy Tale Jokes for Grown Up Girls
by Jessica Hudson

I am the title of a French film about a girls-only residential school 
where a small shiny-haired new girl arrives in a wooden coffin
and the pretty ballet teacher cries over the pot roast. 

I hate being called Walt Disney’s love-child.
        Labelled contagious.        Branded a superpower.
             Used as a household cleansing device. 

I can’t comprehend Anne Geddes.     See past the present.
              Survive alone for long.    

I don’t breathe.        Carry a vendetta against adults.
        Repeat or explain myself.         Pinky-promise.

                        What am I?

Jessica Hudson is a graduate teaching assistant working on her Creative Writing MFA at Northern Michigan University. She is an associate editor for Passages North. Her work has been published in The Pinch, Sweet Lit, and perhappened mag, among others. Find her on Twitter @JessicaRWHudson.