Once I was a daughter
now a doll
two wooden legs
black wiry hair
collecting dust
My dress is old
in the sun
it turns to paper
& crumbles
the ashes blow away
This article appears in March 2012.
Sign up for our newsletter!
Want to always have the latest intel on new restaurants, bars, shops, and things to do? We’ll be your cheat sheet. Hudson Valley food, culture, news, and real estate delivered straight to your inbox, 5 times weekly.
