The Dolls

The Dolls were scared but they had to be quiet
because if he caught them crying they would

be for it so she would help them stay quiet
she would close all of their eyes and they would

hide under the crochet blanket the one Mammy
knitted that one long hot summer out on the porch

because she knew after a long hot summer comes a long harsh
winter where icicles form in silhouettes on the inside

of bedroom windows and you can make halos from
your breath and she can hear him shouting

I haven’t finished with you yet and Mammy’s sobbing getting
louder and louder and she wished they’d stop because

they’re upsetting the Dolls and that makes her cross.


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