despondent doll

in your tin house
you sit in a chair
and sigh

as if the journey 
from the depths of 
some musty basement
was too much bother

you wanted to be thrown
in the trash
incinerated by some 
crass garbage man
but no such luck 

your doppelganger
doesn't have such
an air of despondency 
her glazed doll eyes
do not betray a soul

when I take your picture
I hear your faint cry
you can not imagine
one more day of doll life
such existential angst
being propped up
watching me watch you 
​
we can be sad together
here is your doll daughter ​​​​​
​maybe she can cheer you up
what's that you say
her mouth isn't painted on 
quite right
her smile is just a smear

you find it depressing
to think about 
smeared smiles stuck on dolls
being stuck in this house 
for an eternity of pretending
you don't want to pretend
anymore

I take another picture
of the despondent doll