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I live inside a jack-in-the-box
sitting motionless,
waiting for you to crank my handle
so that I may terrify you
with a kiss,

then collapse down so far
you couldn't see me
fold my calico body
into its plastic rings.

Just because my breasts
are hidden and my
legs sewn shut
doesn't mean you couldn't
rip me open.

I wait for you to summon
my hollow hands,
my wobbly body,
give me a reason
for this permanent grin.

      — Teresa White

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