Lonely doll

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.