Trouble with the Dolls
Girls are turning into glass.
My girlfriend turned last week.I hadn’t seen her in a couple of days,
so I was surprised by her appearance.
We tried, at first, to ignore it. We kissed.
Her lips were nipply cold.
I looked into her eyes,
all the way back throughthe workings of her brain.
Carefully, I changed
the subject to love.
No position seemed to work.
“But I must feel,” I said.
“Don’t break me,” she said.
We haven’t made love since.
My breath will soon
fog my lover’s hips.I’ll polish her with gentle,
dainty silk. Foam padded
lingerie made of composite,
space-age materials guaranteed
to protect all holdings might
help, but she refuses to
indulge in what I like. Her
sharp tears nick my fingers.
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