On Saturday,
the barbies ran through Forest Park,
prancing, preening, posturing,
conversations shambling, baby-showering,
prims and portable princelings yowling,
on leashes, off leashes, fur branding,
breakfast burritos matching,
bobby-sock, air-shoes, beanie wicking
black glove, ball cap, watch band, wire dangling,
heart connecting to a pulse counting,
calorie twirling, pony tail, crimping,
perky, kale, raspberry vinaigrette, eating,
never had meat on my ass,
check that out,
chicken ankling,
twenty-third avenue croissant baking,
paper-bag boulangerie boasting,
three point two miles to cross fit my baby making,
insta-posting,
barbies converged on Forest Park,
on Saturday.
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