This girl I used to know
decorated her days in purple pipe cleaners and googly eyes. She covered her hands in bright yellow finger paint and waved-- her hand a mass of eyes that would stick everywhere but on paper. They lived in her shoes, on walls, in her hair the better to see everything. From the first day of preschool to her fourth birthday when the cake tasted strawberry and the princesses all had googly eyes. She pulled them from the sugars, as if to see what the princesses saw but other people's eyes are only reflections of the things we pretend to be and all she ever saw through googles and clever confections was blurred, if crafty.
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