Poem: the sweetest ragdoll

6 inklings - saturday

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.


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