Monday, November 14, 2005

Mommy in the Zoo


No need to compare anymore. Don't pretend

to love my Girl Scout craft day and talk
of matching dishes at bridal showers. I know you,
like me, would rather sit in the corner petting the dog.
I have never wanted this: your limbs attached
to strings, bent like sad stalks,
controlled like a puppet as I first noticed at four
when I swiped my hand over your head
checking for strings, when the expression
of false happiness hung from your cheeks
and I asked, "Where is my real mommy?"

from "The Puppet"

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