hush belittled ragdoll, i’ll tuck you by my side
cartwheel cross the cross-stitched quilt
to the needless eyes and seamless mouths.
you’re elsewhere tonight, a tree falling in the dark
mother tossing in the bed – wet pillows and soft down surrounds
her holystone heart.
i’ll fasten all your eyelets, play doctor tomorrow at dawn
and house in the afternoon and ring-a-round the rosies
till the dizziness sets in.
and if that whirl makes us fall,
i’ll suck the sugar from the floor tiles,
and love you still.