Saturday, June 04, 2005

Forgotten Child

In her room she plays
with her dolls. Little dresses
for little bodies. Little shoes
for little feet. She pretends
each doll is part of a family.
Her family. A family that plays
together, stays together.

In the livingroom her
mother sticks a needle
into her lover's arm and
not so patiently waits for
him to use the same needle
on her boney limb. She
leans back, licks her lips
and is lost in oblivion.

In her room she she plays.