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I loved the flat sassy
bodies of my paper dolls:
movie queens,
hands on hips,
lips in a frozen pout,
glamour pusses
in tab-on fur capes.
More, I loved cardboard
Dale Evans,
Queen of the Cowgirls,
in her fringed suede jacket
and high-strutting boots.
Days, she rode Buttermilk
roping outlaws with Roy.
At sundown,
when she clicked her spurs,
buttermilk biscuits popped
from her oven. She sopped
them in syrup,
fed them to Roy.
Dale never got sticky,
never dropped a crumb,
never wore an apron,
was never jealous of Trigger
who shared their bed
whinnying and snorting
till sun up.
From Traveler in Paradise: New and Selected Poems (PEARL Editions, 2004).
Used here with the author’s permission.
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Donna Hilbert lives in Long Beach, California, where she is generally up with the sun and walking the beach. A writing workshop instructor for many years (quite a few of her students are featured on YDP!), her work is widely published in multiple languages. Donna's most recent collection is Enormous Blue Umbrella, published in 2025 by Moon Tide Press. Learn more about her at www.donnahilbert.com.
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barbara eknoian:
Loved those paper doll days. Great memory.
Posted 10/31/2012 10:24 PM
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judithc:
Lovely, fun, crazy, smart...took me back to the old days. Thanks.
Posted 10/30/2012 11:13 AM
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mimi:
hello Donna, fun poem, thanks!
Sharon Auberle
Posted 10/30/2012 07:59 AM
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Katrina:
This radiates power!
Posted 10/30/2012 07:09 AM
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erinsnana:
I LOVED this poem!!!!!!
Posted 10/30/2012 07:07 AM
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