my eloise doll i purchased at an antique store months ago
i want to run through the halls,
and skip from door to door.
a crayon in hand, a shade of pink
from the ceiling to the floor.
i’ll scribble and scribble
to my heart’s content,
like eloise at the plaza hotel.
and i’ll talk, talk, talk
to whoever i want,
just to feel like a child again.