Here’s a poem from my book Vexed Questions:
What have I swallowed? Cried Snow White
Because I was hungry and thirsty,
I ate their turnips and bread,
a little from each plate,
and drank their wine,
a little from each cup.
I fell asleep on the seventh bed.
The mirror in the castle
kept yearning after me.
The witch tried a corset, a comb,
but the dwarves kept saving me.
Then my appetite –
I took a bite.
My raging throat will swallow flame.
Its bite can follow feathers home
to land on hot blue curves of blame
where sharp red scissors bruise the shins
of those who bleed because they rush
and blind, collide with beds and walls.