BJD

Porcelain cold to the touch
In production, eyes, nose, mouth
And paint, butterfly tones of highlight

Carefully sculpted so each finger yearns
Each joint rolls with tempted ease

Head locked in place and arms strung
Phalanges pull tight to test flexiness

String legs and slide knees in like butter
Melting down to nothing, to pour
Ankle balls spinning like cheese balls
Or child's tops on the wood floor

Bobby socks and laced shoes
Skirt ties pleated and waffle prints hanging

Slide on a wig of sheered brunette
Pillows down they lie me in the box

Fasteners closed I'm sent off
Stickered and lost and arriving
Here I wait, on the doorstep

8-2-09