
The Lonely Doll Book by Dare Wright
it’s so hard to see, my hard boiled mouth can only squeak
My eyes go wide open with fear
What are these bears doing here?
They like me, I like them,
We have fun.
It’s lonely to share a window with you,
I see the wispy trees, whipping against the violence of the storm
But I don’t cry,
No I don’t.
It’s only when the sun comes out
And the trees quiver and breathe like a green stalky person,
Shivering and leaking,
Frying pan sun, my scrambled eyes
Fall asleep
How does the dewy grass feel on your
Feet,
I feel something runny like yolk run down my plastic face
Is this a tear,
It slides down the window like rain.
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