She refuses to acknowledge awkward facts
like death, betrayal, trigonometry
or how squashing a cheese barm into her lunch box
will crush the Quavers. She’d rather think
about important things, like “Why are hiccups?”
or “What colour is Friday?”,
knows that rainbow sherbet is made with real rainbows
and a smile costs nothing, even in Tesco.
Knows that a smile costs everything, some mornings,
but smiles anyway
licking rainbows from her fingers
with a fine disregard
for awkward facts.
Notes: the prompt was to write a poem with a title drawn from an Iain M Banks spaceship name.