Paper doll, you hold the scissors
Candy stripes up to your knee
Toadstool dress, and blood-red lipstick
You’re going to cut yourself free
Close your eyes and all you see are ink-
Mare spatters and drips
Other eyes and other tongues and teeth
And pale joyless lips
No walls are real
And yet they surround us
Flat as they feel
Their surface astounds us
White tomorrow, blank on both sides
But she turns the other way
Snowfield cut from postcard pipedream
From hothouse bird and bloom bouquet
No walls are real
And yet they surround us
Flat as we feel
All surface astounds us
Paper doll you’re your own plaything
Fold the tabs, hold out your hand
Paper doll leave off that nightdress
The white dress waits for your crayon
No walls are real
And yet they surround us
Flat as we feel
All surface astounds us
No walls are real
And yet they surround us
Flat as we feel
All surface astounds us
credits
from Roughcuts, Fall 2010,
track released October 10, 2010
Thanks to Esther Calyx & Aya Lorca for inspiration, guidance, and engagement. And to Julie Nord for a remarkable painting.
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