To be a doll

Sometimes I wish I was Barbie

With a light dimple between my legs

So I would never have to feel the center of my anger building

With a fire where my dimple should be

As my face shines brightly with a melting plastic smile

I would never be able to imagine

A violation

Never be able to sympathize with others so profoundly

As they describe their own

Instead we could sit on a shelf together

Boxes neatly in a row

With fingers fused

Wondering what else life can hold

Besides a room’s view