She could nearly touch them
from her window, feel skin
brush against her palm,
but her fingers always
fell short and when they grew,
her mother packed Stacy,
Kelly, and Barbie with
red lipstick, nylons and
pajamas, toothbrushes,
said it was time to leave.
They moved to a cramped suite
on Fort Street where peaches
and dads were forbidden.
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