I'm a defective doll.
Fissures in plaster.
No one will own me.
No one has a shelf
for pretty little broken things.

A doll with no one to adore her
is like a rainbow for the blind.

A vignette of mercy:
held hostage by my monolithic loneliness,
hammer cocked and ready for the pound
that smashes my chipped china girl self.

All the eyes are sealed as tight
as a girl in pieces
too ugly to love like me.


**The Spin Cycle**