Tales From The Dollhouse

hung my twelve-inch waist
out to dry today, like an
ornament, proof that
it doesn't get better than this

scrubbed the walls until they
sparkled, but I had to get
something stronger for me
bleached my hair and my teeth
and my pretty pink insides
so I could be pure again

kissed a man, the same man
I kissed yesterday and the day
before that and last week and
last month and last year
a dry lemon I've sucked on
since the day I died, but at least it's a
nice snapshot

watched my life floating by today,
a scratchy black-and-white motion
picture with glamorous dolls, all
eyelashes and emptiness and
dollhouse whispers of discontent

but I didn't hear a goddamn thing.
did you?