Only Twenty Two Dollars
For a mere twenty-two dollars you can buy one of these.
I turn to see decapitated doll heads; some have blood dripping from them.
They have cacti and other plants growing out of their hollowed-out heads.
I can barely believe my luck. Only twenty-two dollars?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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