Last night in the hammock
he called me “Lolita”
playing hand over hand over hand
No. My name is Dolores, age twelve
grade six, size three
my friends call me Dolly
Lie still little apple pie sweet
your name from now on is Lolita
leg over leg over leg
and you need your cheeks pinched
like a pie crust pressed down
two fingers two fingers two
Just a prick and she’s done
says my mother and purses her lips
peering into her mirror
as she puts on her eyes
Dumpy Dolly
My name is Dolores
My friends call me Dolly, but
My name’s really Dolores
My name is Dolores, age twelve
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