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i want to be eloise

Eloise Doll

She is not yet pretty but she is already a Person.

Queen Victoria would recognize her as an equal

it's me, eloise
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.