Bryce Baron
I asked my lover to call me “doll,” and they repeated it in the voice of a forties gangster
Which painted my cheeks with the red of delicacy
But I was pulled into their lap and made a precious thing
My limbs grew stiff and my face attentive
Which painted my cheeks with the red of delicacy
Trussed up in the manners that I had acquired
My limbs grew stiff and my face attentive
As they dressed me, addressed me, turning my chest-key
Trussed up in manners that I had acquired
They pulled answers from me like sayings from a wire
As they dressed me, addressed me, turning my chest-key
They wished I could be one that laughed ate or cied
They pulled answers from me like sayings from a wire
I asked my lover to call me “doll” and they repeated it in the voice of a forties gangster
They wished I could be one that laughed ate or cried
But I was pulled into their lap and made a precious thing
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Bryce Baron is a Wildlife Science student at the SUNY College of Environmental Science and Forestry. He has been published in The Knothole, ESF‘s literary magazine, under the name Bryce Sipiora. He lives in Chicago, Illinois with his cat Velma, who was absolutely named after the Scooby Doo character.