My laundry room door is never shut. Today I saw the doorknob.
The barbie eruption was disturbing. But as a quiet perfectionist, it never, NEVER occurred to me as a child to PLAY with one-legged Kens.
I do not know from whence she came.
(Cell phone quality which is to say: not.)
Gwyn-o in my bed, this AM:
So what’s up with all the barbies in the laundry room?
“I was just playin’.”
WHO plays with a one-legged Ken?
“I do. I care about them.”
You care about them?
“Yes, also the armless, the legless, and the headless.”
The headless? You play with the headless?
“Yes. I call them The Blind.”
(The Coda: “He Sees!”)