dollhouse diaries: meet Lola

​she isn't doing so well
she has three kids
twin girls that look
like something
out of The Shining
and a little boy
that is from another time

she is on her third husband
and although he doesn't beat her
he can barely read and leaves much
to the imagination

he couldn't have kids of his own
because of some freak snow mobile
accident
Miller Light was involved
she is just glad he doesn't like whiskey
that means he won't be stealing hers

the pandemic is hitting them hard
she thinks one of the twins is haunted
or possessed
she doesn't eat much
and stands in corners
she thinks she can hear
her walking on the ceiling at night

the boy
stares out windows all day
he is the poetic type
he likes birds and watching 
strong breezes

third husband
has the patience of a saint
but again he still sounds 
out words and he is in his mid-forties

Lola spent all day reading
self-help books in bed
her poetic boy
kept her company
while announcing 
beautiful things he saw from
the window to cheer her up

Mama I saw a yellow bird
Mama I saw a cloud shaped like an elephant
third husband makes an appearance
around dinner time
his frustration is a wilted feather
he makes scrambled eggs 
for the twins and chases his worries
with some beers

Lola lies in bed
in the shitty attic room
because her house is too small
she stares at the peeling wallpaper
drinks whiskey
her son holds her hand in the dark
he says Mama tomorrow
I am going to find my crayons
I am going to draw you a picture
so beautiful all you can do is smile

the whiskey has numbed her
but the sweetness of her boy
makes her eyes start to tear
she tells him to go get his 
favorite book
The Little Engine that Could
he runs off to find it

the ceiling spins like a pinwheel
she says a little prayer
to the yellow bird in the tree
whose song made her son smile
and then drifts off 
to a spiraled sleep

she is falling
she knows this is a dream
and makes no attempt to fly
what a relief
to to know that she will soon
hit ground
and shatter into a million pieces