when I wasn’t

on birthday eve

I feel a tug 

to know again my 

long lost loves;

a velveteen rabbit

a silhouette nativity

a motley morgan pony 

a donkey; trouser-clad

a perfume garden

tea for tiger 

a sea in my bedroom

a patchwork cat.

they knew me when I wasn’t

any girl but me.

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