We tried each other on
New best friends
Playing “Barbie” in our sixties.
A task not for the faint hearted.
She had gone on vacation the summer of 1965
Never returning to this life
That I know and love.
She was frozen in another time of
Long teased hair
Below the shoulders
That made her look years older.
An alien from another galaxy,
She cried “But men like long hair.”
While I cringed
Sharing my enlightenment
And love of books
With no one in particular…
Except “Barbie” chattering continuously
About internet websites of men
Loving women with long hair.
Me… not one to understand willingly
Or care that plastic is a fabric…
A fabric that has increasingly become
Quite unfamiliar to my soul.
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