puppetland in poetry
- April 3, 2014, 7:20 p.m.
- |
- Public
in puppetland
we're the imaginary friends
crafted out of felt and socks
held up high to maintain the illusion
for naive puppet children
that human beings
could ever be real
could ever feel
in the ways that a puppet can
we're just made up
in puppetland
and I don't know
maybe it's better that way
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