Doll Parts

I don’t like dolls.

But it’s ok… isn’t it?

I frequently get off on failure.

I am a dog

living in a doll house.

Almost every other one has a raised skirt

and all laugh the right way.

Not me you know.

Excuse you.

Go back to being smart.

FLESH

I

   could never be anorexic.

You would only have my hair to hold.

                                                 To pull.

I would feel like a skinny river.

Enough to drink…

                                …but not enough to get you drunk.

All of my bones would reach the shore too soon

exposing my empty shells that once housed flesh.