I’m daughtering in place and it’s a full time job.
I'm a posable figurine, like a barbie for my mom.
She's been shopping in a frenzy, to fill the empty hours.
I think we have an Amazon truck dedicated to our house.
I needed another closet so we took my sister's room
It looks like a Dior outlet-store or maybe King Tut's tomb.
"I think you've gotten carried away," I said to her last night.
Looking at all the loot arranged, she said, "you may be right."
Categories:
posable, 11th grade, daughter, family,
Form: Rhyme
I have a live doll.
She curtsies and twirls, dances.
Farts and says excuse me through a giggle,
Poops and pees,
Is anatomically correct.
Little blonde doll,
I comb her hair but it is always wild,
Sometimes I’d like to carry her by it
But I never do.
My live doll
Smiles and sings songs
Has multiple sayings from her pull-string:
I love you,
Please and thank you,
Mommy and Daddy,
F*&% or fork.
(We aren’t quite sure.)
My pretty doll,
She is fully posable
Has multiple outfits:
Pink dresses, blue jeans,
Pajamas for night.
She came with a certificate.
My darling doll,
I hope the world
doesn’t rip off your limbs
and forget you under the bed.
Categories:
posable, child, fear, growing up,
Form: Free verse