Marigold Girl

July 7, 2011
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I am loose leaf paper packed and padded

(pale and pallid)

Wadded into the form of a girl, laced and

(entirely exposed)

As you wish of me

(or perhaps expect of me)


(torn from my silver-lined cloud)

Scrawled with your promises, problems


Stuffed down my shirt

Do they make me look like more of a woman to you?

Through white halls and sanitized walls

(the mirror falls)

Splinters into scars that slip their way through holes
Like corset strings, binding


My, have you called for me

(several times I recall)

What have you called me?

(I believe you said I was)

Cracked, crippled, crazy


Glass-eyed gluttonous sugar-glazed


Drained down drugged up dropped on my head


You compared me to a rose
Acknowledging the thorns but

(not the bruised petals)

I would hope I am a marigold
So when a children's game uproots me
And browning tears are shed
Something more awaits me

(the impetuous doll!)

And death is not the end

(but the beginning of a field)

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Casual.dreamer said...
Jul. 12, 2011 at 2:26 pm
This is my favorite poem from you, your a great writer.
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