What did you buy?
...
Where did you buy it?
The strip mall.
How much did you pay?
About six dollars.
Which, store, exactly, did you--
Buy it? I can't say.
I remember walking along a cool,
shifting black and white tile ocean,
alone, perusing the various shades of blue fabric
that I use to conceal myself
and the legs that hold me upright,
when I saw...
What did you see?
Her. She was on sale. Six dollars.
Really? She's a doll.
Yes. And she was alone,
on the shelf, shaking dust from her tangled brown hair,
and I saw her eyes like opals pass from left to right,
seeing. I hadn't expected to find her there. She
didn't expect me either. She hadn't been seen. Yet.
Ha, so that makes you a hipster?
No. I didn't buy her for fashion. You presume too much.
And you use too many big words.
It doesn't matter. I have a place
for her
somewhere that I can see her,
and she can know that. And she
can see me.
What, on your shelf? She's really small...
To you, maybe. But no. She goes
where her finger points, I'll see to it.
Oh well, I have to go, there's a meeting
over real estate in the city,
I could make some big bucks
and you should come too, put that doll
in a box for now.
No, never.
Alright, well, I'll see you later.
Peace.
...
Do you think we can be friends?
Come on, I'll show you my place,
but it's not on sale.
(I run a small brush through her hair,
and then she smiles, I know,
and in that moment, she is as large
as a whole world unto herself.
I found her on a shelf. I can never
put her back.)
...
Where did you buy it?
The strip mall.
How much did you pay?
About six dollars.
Which, store, exactly, did you--
Buy it? I can't say.
I remember walking along a cool,
shifting black and white tile ocean,
alone, perusing the various shades of blue fabric
that I use to conceal myself
and the legs that hold me upright,
when I saw...
What did you see?
Her. She was on sale. Six dollars.
Really? She's a doll.
Yes. And she was alone,
on the shelf, shaking dust from her tangled brown hair,
and I saw her eyes like opals pass from left to right,
seeing. I hadn't expected to find her there. She
didn't expect me either. She hadn't been seen. Yet.
Ha, so that makes you a hipster?
No. I didn't buy her for fashion. You presume too much.
And you use too many big words.
It doesn't matter. I have a place
for her
somewhere that I can see her,
and she can know that. And she
can see me.
What, on your shelf? She's really small...
To you, maybe. But no. She goes
where her finger points, I'll see to it.
Oh well, I have to go, there's a meeting
over real estate in the city,
I could make some big bucks
and you should come too, put that doll
in a box for now.
No, never.
Alright, well, I'll see you later.
Peace.
...
Do you think we can be friends?
Come on, I'll show you my place,
but it's not on sale.
(I run a small brush through her hair,
and then she smiles, I know,
and in that moment, she is as large
as a whole world unto herself.
I found her on a shelf. I can never
put her back.)
