dolly
fresh plastic off the product
clear sheets of cellophane
crisp edges on the box
I tear
getting to the good part
setting out all accessories on the table
tinkering with my new toy
bending all the joints
to make sure they work just right
I find the paint so perfect
the face so sweet and new
pointedly painted cheeks
blush on the doll’s face
I found a new me over again
this time in her summer gown
a little more color to the skin
sunglasses in my rubber purse
eyes painted to gaze upwards
instead of to the side
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You weren’t kidding about going back to your roots. This is a sweet, nostalgic poem.
Really enjoyed “found a new me over again” The speaker owns the sentiment, brings an honesty to it.