She was a child.
she drew doors on walls
she is a woman.
she presses her dream-like doors against life-life walls
and builds fantasies,
like little ticking time-bombs
brimming with their alchemical concoctions.
but she’s no chemist
and doesn’t believe in magic.
She hated dolls.
now she paints her doll-like face
and plays dress-up
with her friends,
She dreamed of funny men and blue boxes and letters brought by owl.
now she plays doctor and magician
but knows these potions blow portholes to nowhere.
She played games
She floats on decaying particles
of a green glass sea.