Friday, April 17, 2009

for jojo

Sometimes when I look at her door
it creeps up in my eyes
from somewhere it tickle tip toes
out of the bowels of my soul
and into tears

Her pink pink glitter
spread all over
her name in flashing lights

The mop pony
the stick horse
the dolls, and animals,
the tutu on the floor

dollhouse full of barbies with colored faces
blue barbie eyes
like hers
stare back

i have to keep that door closed
because my soul weeps
but it hurts too much
to turn away

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