Doll With No Mind

I want a doll with no mind

wind her up, anytime

cool blinking eyes twitchy smile 

staying warm and bright

no haywire fires in the night

 

 

Doll with no mind

here at my side

perfect cream thighs party quiet sighs

feed her a line bend her 

bend her in the gone twilight

 

 

Her heart goes click, click

she wants it over quick quick

hair stays fine  

she burns a fire face jive

grabs a knife, cuts the noose, stabs my thigh

and whips down for a better street drive. 

 

 

Want a doll with no mind 

wind her up, anytime

cool blinking eyes twitchy smile

feed her some lines

seal that playbook tight

Poem Michael D. Amitin and Charlene Garcia
Photograph Julie Peiffer