BY: JULIA PANAS
I am a doll. I am a doll. This body is a doll. I dress her up and paint her eyes blue and pink and black black black. I make her walk–
from the counter to the coee maker to the sink to the counter again to the door to the stairs to the street. I play with her give her ridiculously tall shoes and pair her up in relationships (because he seems “interesting”). but sometimes she gets entangled and he steals some of her strings and he plays with her, too. I hear the whispers all all the time but it doesn’t matter what they say about me because I chose her. I am the one who drinks her coee I am the one who manufactures her beauty I am the one who is intoxicated with sticky pink love pumping in my veins I am the one who suers her consequences. but really— I’m just playing.
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