Another week and another poem. I’m glad to still be writing.
Pretty in a box
Can we afford all of the dolls?
Nothing on credit. Under credit.
Invite the internet
To admire the dolls
No one can reach the top
Without fillers or filters.
Don’t yawn too much.
No wriggling. No giggling
Polish then polish
Until the wrinkles are gone.
Why do we keep pretty
In a box?
Old-fashioned baby
Vessel. Wood. Wine.
Rose flavor notes
Put a strain on the suggestion box.