Machine

He told me he wished I was a robot

A machine that does not speak

Never asking questions

About which way his eyes move

A machine that does not laugh

At all the things he thinks he hides

But can’t

A machine that cooks meatloaf

Instead of ordering out

And washes dishes

Instead of throwing away paper plates

A machine with masseuses’ hands

That never wants anything back

A machine with perfect long legs

And erect breasts

That will never get pregnant

He told me he wished I was a robot

I smiled at him

And unscrewed my machine head

Disconnected my heart

And told him I already was

 

Doll

She was sitting in the bathroom

On a little pink carpet

Knees bent to the side

Painted toes pointing to a beautiful

Bright plastic living room

She was sitting in the bathroom

On a little pink carpet

Staring at the toilette water

Her delicate chin

Resting on the toilette bowl

Her right hand

Holding her sculpted long blonde hair

Away from her face

Away from the toilette water

Her left hand

Wiping the edge of her

Heart shaped mouth

She was sitting in the bathroom

On a little pink carpet

Staring at the toilette water

I ate too many Oreo cookies

Ken told me

I really should not eat

So many cookies