I only know its outsized bow was treacherous upon the mind.
Little boots of leather. Bootie things with bitten toes.
All that gathered taffeta and ribbon.
Who would buy a twelve year-old such a thing knowing
she desires it. Clay faced pallor and deadpan eyes
the power of such a bow, such a girl and little boots.
Hey, didn't we draw a picture of that?
ReplyDeleteYeah, we drew the Bebe Marie piece by Cornell when we went to the MoMA because I was working on a different poem about it. This one's based on that and on this creepy doll from Strasbourg I got when I lived in Germ. It was wearing the traditional costume of Alsace, including this big-ass black bow thing on its head.
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