Your childhood plaything
Became your clone
You traded crayons for
Your mother’s lipstick
Children’s fairy tales for
****** romance paperbacks
Your room’s rose wallpaper is
Canopied with Audrey Hepburn posters
At night, you braided your hair
For those sophisticated waves
You ****** on lemons
To perfect your pout, and
Brushed with baking soda
To bleach your teeth
Your envy: the doll’s porcelain skin—
Not too unlike the seat cover
You clutched after meals,
To keep the spirit clean.