My father bought me a Clown Marionette,
it was my favorite toy but
when the strings got mixed up I could never
undo them
So he bought two others a princess with yellow hair
and a two legged dog
My mother gave them away as if they meant nothing to me as he had meant nothing to her.
She erased
the physical tangibility of them
but they dance in my mind,
even the little clown with the tangled strings.
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