Great Googly Moogly!

If we were to sculpt you, we’d walk around this island and pick up small things and paste them together with Elmers. Feathers and twigs and long dried out grasses. Pieces of your own hair to make your smile and cinch up your waist, dandelion fluff to stuff your shirt. It would be a mess. The glue would stick to our hands and unwanted pieces would adhere. We’d have to peel them apart. We’d sweat onto the small parts of you and would have to prop you against something, a mug, a lamp, to keep you standing.