Little Miss No Name,
ivory candle-wax skin,
hog-snouted nose,
chestnut curls a tumbleweed.
Pebble-brown eyes,
joints bent like candy canes,
glasses fogging her baby-crook face,
tattered frock crumbling in time.
The playground taunts her:
no friends at recess,
monkey bars laughing at the ogre,
hopscotch alien, jumping alone.
The carousel seizes her:
with candy-apple rotten teeth,
a rusty colossus of seahorses
thrashing up and down madly,
cornet trumpets blaring
her white-bread neglect.
The sandbox reeks of urine,
maples hiss with mansion-mockery,
penny-pincher clown gloves
mauling her bony throat — “Liar,” they jeer,
her whammy gone hoarse.
Little Miss No Name,
ragdoll heir to motel-sinner needle,
yarn stitching the corpse mouth shut,
button eyes pricking
the poor—
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