When Cecilia was nearly eight, –
told Cecilia, –
she got her first Barbie doll,
real figure, breasts and all.
No more of that silly
eastgerman babies for me,
thank you, – Cecilia told.
It wasn’t hers but some other girl’s,
who kindly let Cecilia play with it
to her heart’s content.
So Cecilia washed and sewed and dressed.
Cecilia dressed and undressed
her (not her) first (and last) Barbie doll.
She didn’t know it was Barbie yet.
No one in proximity knew.
She called it Gladys and put needles
in its breasts and between its legs
when she was tired
and nobody looked.