i want to be eloise

my eloise doll i purchased at an antique store months ago

i want to run through the halls,

and skip from door to door.

a crayon in hand, a shade of pink

from the ceiling to the floor.

i’ll scribble and scribble

to my heart’s content,

like eloise at the plaza hotel.

and i’ll talk, talk, talk

to whoever i want,

just to feel like a child again.