Two weeks ago on his eleventh birthday,
I was very giving and complaisant.
I went to SM to get some pretty
things on display: I was certain he'd
want a dirndl and a lavender mini,
with some coryphée babouches
and a sequined chemise. I guessed he'd
want many moppets. He likes reading—
so I chose a crimson Ladlad paperback
by Garcia and Remoto. I preferred
a headdress for he were a silky stocking,
who should show off, and a bunch
of flexures and scarves for his curls.
I know I'm much too thoughtful with gifts
but he is worthy of it: four months ago
on my birthday, he bought me a Barbie,
a souvenir from his holiday in Disney.
Then he kissed me with poise, showing
as if he'd been a top model or the real Barbie.
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