A Doll is a Poem is a Woman is a Yes


She is not perfectly constructed-

and for that, I love her.

Her dress doesn’t match her hair,

sea urchin spines hang like nunchucks

from her belt and she only has one breast.

Composed of remnants

stitched together by instinct

she is beautifully flawed- like me, this poem,

and the woman who made her.

a doll made of various colored and textured yarns,  wearing a bead necklace, with a large smooth bead for a face, and two sea urchin shells hanging from a yarn belt.

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