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THE OLD WOMAN THINKS THE DOLL ALIVE - MUSINGS #82

            The Old Woman Thinks the Doll Alive

 

She feeds and comforts her,

changes her diapers, hums a lullaby.

 

In rare lucid moments, she knows

            the doll is not real – See,

                        her face is plastic, not skin.

 

The daughter marvels at such tenderness,

a quality not seen before,

 

believes a flood of blood swept away,

            not just her mother’s mind,

                        but the meanness too. 

 

Wanting to believe the goodness

was there – hidden – all along.

 

Of little faith, I fear the old woman

            may yet revert – hurl her doll

                        out the window.

 

I can see it floating in the nearby lake,

one leg broken off.  No matter.

 

Daughters of fish drape sodden

            reeds on the doll’s bald head,

                        strands of hair afloat,

 

and occasionally, nibble at

the mermaid’s tail, her fingers.  

 

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