Russian doll

Poem from The Language of Cat and other poems by Rachel Rooney

All you see is outside me: my painted smile,
the rosy-posy shell, the fluttery eyes.
A butter-won’t-melt-in-my-mouth-type me

But inside there’s another me, bored till playtime.
The wasting paper, daytime dreamer.
A can’t- be-bothered-sort-of me.

And inside there’s another me, full of cheek.
The quick, slick joker with a poking tongue.
A class-clown-funny-one-of me

And inside there’s another me who’s smaller, scared.
The scurrying, worrying, yes miss whisperer.
A wouldn’t-say-boo-to-a-goosey me

And inside there’s another me, all cross and bothered.
The scowling hot-head, stamping feet.
A didn’t-do-it-blameless me

And inside there’s another me, forever jealous
who never gets enough, compared.
A grass-is-always-greener me

And deepest down, kept secretly
a tiny, solid skittle doll.
The girl that hides inside of me.

From The Language of Cat. 

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  • describing the dolls inside of you.

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Rachel Rooney - Russian Doll