I Want My Life To Fit
I want my life to fit like Barbie's
sunshine pink spandex
to accommodate each change. But
somehow I've got myself caught in the zipper:
teeth of past and future,
meant to dovetail
neatly, bite the present. One
pulls against the other's push, and Raggedy Ann
feels pinched--her torn ticking
tossed about like a grey mitten
badgered off by taunting boys.
One of them will take it home
or throw it away.
- Maxianne Berger