lessons_from_dollhouses tender_square you can’t help but peep from passenger-side window, inside once-stately houses cleft into student ghettos, as he drives down moonless streets. you study neon-rope lights along the perimeters of room, sensuous bottle curves posing on mantles, small dolls in full animation unaware that the fourth wall has fallen. can you recall now how particular you were about barbie’s outfits, and who she seduced, or the importance of dreamhouse feng-shui? you’re doing it right now, you know. prepping for life in your getaway nest, nora spendthrift helmer. you can’t leave when there’s love, they’ll tell you. you used to like possessing, not knowing it meant you’d become possessed. 220409 what's it to you? who go blather from