Life As a Dollhouse
Ken’s chest cracked open.
He’s on the table thinking of his doll.
A heart pillow clutched to his chest.
Barbie’s lost it. The fridge on fritz.
Ken should have handled this mess.
A tiny phone with a coiled cord
and she dials him up. Mr. Fix it
to the rescue, has her and Midge
scurrying to find a tool. Healing
qualities, he almost loosens his stitches,
he’s proud. Almost bats his chest,
like Tarzan, King of the Jungle.
Humming comes from the kitchen,
making most things better.
Barbie waves to Ken, across the room.
10/20/2020
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