Tuesday, January 3, 2017

Dolly

You dismiss us;
me and Dolly.
"Run along to your room," you say.
"Stay there...all night. All day."

You think we don't know
that you crawl with every loathsome perversion
of flesh and spirit.
You believe that Dolly and I don't see it.

Fine. We will whisper over our tea set,
cups as delicate as a veneer.
We'll discuss you, you know, and send anonymous notes
to Mrs. Muffington, the police, and in the pockets of strangers' coats.

Dolly says your lungs are weak.
You stumble when you walk. Cough when you speak.
"Hello," we'll say, "Hello, what's this?"
as you lie on the floor we'll give you a kiss.

Dismiss us once more.
Wave your hand airily.
Say, "Go talk to your doll!"
but...

my doll talks to me.
______
 

15 comments:

Cloudia said...

Keep exploring the deep recesses of your unique weirdness

Gillena Cox said...

The fantasy of this doll house tea party is rife with real traumatic issues; negligence just for the sake of naming one.A nice analogy to the imaginary garden with real toads concept. Well done,

Happy New Year Shay

much love...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I feel the eeriness of this childhood, and the recognition by the child of the adult's perversion and decline. So well done, as only you can do.

Kerry O'Connor said...

You read into the creepiness of that photo so well. I so enjoyed the monologue, torn between mirth and admiration for your vivid imagination. The last line is brilliant.

DS Scott said...

Thanks for the goosebumps!

brudberg said...

I feel like I want to have a talk with Dolly before it's too late..

Jennifer Wagner said...

This is creepy-skeery! No one puts a hammer to the skull in a poem the way you do.

Magaly Guerrero said...

"Dolly says your lungs are weak." This might be one of the creepiest lines I've read in a very long time, especially after looking at the expression on the girl's face.

Sioux said...

That last line IS powerful (and a bit creepy).

Alex said...

Why yes she does.
This is jam(mie) packed with every ounce of come-back power an abused or neglected child or small-seeming human should wield.

I love how you poison them here, but still give them a kiss:

"Hello," we'll say, "Hello, what's this?"
as you lie on the floor we'll give you a kiss.

hedgewitch said...

A spine-shiver and a bit of mad laughter from the attic always go well in a brimstone jumprope chant--some of the best things you write, imo. This really tells the misfit child's tale too many have lived, and paints the ugly face of neglect and abuse with clownlike colors, but of course, that's only a veneer--underneath, the clown has bloody teeth...but, fortunately, weak lungs. Dolly is a masterstroke of personification here as well. Fine, sharp, painfully real piece, Shay.

Mama Zen said...

Oh, hell, I wish that I had written this.

Cello Jolie said...

Today, this is my favorite part:

"Fine. We will whisper over our tea set,
cups as delicate as a veneer."

I really want to hang out with this little girl. :)

Rommy said...

This is beyond awesomely creepy cool! I love it.

razzamadazzle said...

Oh, this one is very profound. It speaks volumes.