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  • Jimmy Broccoli

Paper Doll

First grade, I was six years old

We used to cut figures out of paper

And pretend they were our friends

I kept them in my desk

And in my pockets

They were my friends

I named them after my favorite colors

One day the blue paper doll pissed me off

So I took the deadly scissors

And slice, there went his head

Slice, off dropped his feet

Then, slice, I cut off his arms

I cupped my lips and blew him away

His head landing in the watercolors

Now, looking back

Many years later

The paper becoming flesh

I look around me

And realize I am no different

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