Dollface
Samantha Cerami
Barbie Doll,
whose tiny heels fit snug to her bound feet,
holds a cold beer and glistens on Ken's arm;
bronze as a Malibu trophy.
With no sex parts, only sex appeal,
she smiles as the corvette
takes her home for curfew.
China Doll,
whose lashes shut on the command of your finger,
stands with lips painted thick as a fence
and waits for a playmate
to show off her lacey skirt.
Rag Doll,
whose threaded smile snags on a fingernail,
lays on her back in the same spot as last night.
With her thick body and dirty freckles,
she prays for the pillow to be lifted from her face.
Baby Doll,
whose skin looks and kisses like heavy cream,
screams from her crib in the dark of the night;
blue eyes and naked flesh squirm from a nightmare.
She cries for her daddy to rinse off her tears,
change her diaper, and re-tip the milk in her plastic bottle.
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