Sunday, June 9, 2013


Some girls learn how to relate to people
By playing with dolls: glassy eyed, human
Shaped plastic pieces that can’t be broken
When you whisper too hard in their ear; practice
Specimens for getting dressed, cooking dinner,
Endeavoring to charm someone into loving you
Unconditionally. It is no wonder that we accept
Sturdy, straight backed hugs and blank stares for
Affection; this is the response we got from our first loves.

I still remember the crowd of porcelain dolls perched
On a shelf across my bedroom like spectators
In a coliseum. At their feet I learned that people
Are pretty and quiet and meant to be kept clean; not
Even the ground should bother their shoes with dust.  When
I offered my juvenile insecurities to their lily ears
One of them jumped, shattered like a rumor in the carpet
Where I stepped on shards for years to come. So I learned
That people are fragile and disapproving and I should step lightly,
I should hold my breath so that no one ever breaks. 

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