Roarr
a fairy
with red food colouring in her hair
squashes the side of her foot
flat against my cheek.
are you a fairy?
I ask
no, I’m a tiger
she says
breathing her
candy pink stripes
against my ear
a little, little tiger.
You’re almost
as tall as me
I say
and she says
yes
but I’m already four.
Acrania
Do you know why
this doll has no head?
she asks me
and I ponder
the metaphoric significance
of her question
construct an answer
sufficiently cerebral
but she’s already
answered for me
because she wanted
to have it cut off.
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