Thursday, November 12, 2009

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.


  1. Hey, didn't we draw a picture of that?

  2. Yeah, 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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