Saturday morning.
Existing in my kitchen.
Showered.
Dressed.
Upright.
Thinking about all the things I haven’t done.
Ready for anything that might happen.
Idle.
As a kid, playing with dolls.
Barbie dolls.
Other kids would make noises, poke around with the straight legs of a Barbie.
They made her do things.
She can’t walk. She pokes.
Moves around through child’s hands. Their plans.
I would dress her up.
Comb her hair.
Dressed.
Upright.
Ready for anything that might happen.
Interaction? What interaction in a Barbie world?
She never played with others.
I was careful not to impose my will on her.
She was an object of other people’s wants, but she was ready.
Ready for everything that might happen.
Have I ever said no?
The girl that answered a phone call.
The girl that answered every phone call.
The girl that was chosen.
Barbie girl.
Sitting idle in my kitchen waiting for the eggs to cook.
Water is boiling.
60,59,58,57,56,55,54,53,52,51,50,
49,48,47,46,45,44,43,42,41,40,
39,38,37,36,35,34,33,32,31,30,
29,28,27,26,25,24,23,22,21,20,
19,18,17,16,15,14,13,12,11,10,
9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1.
I think they are ready.
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