Friday, April 16, 2004

Barbie sits
too near me,
her translucent shirt
settling checked patterns
onto her
fake-bake skin.
Boredom at
Shakespeare,
boredom unless it is
her of
Swan Lake.
My feathered friend,
I beg you
give her ballet feet.
Give her boredom
with
perfection.
*bettie* at 3:26 PM