doll, plastic with unclosing
blue eyes
that washes up
on the shore.
an arm
is missing, a leg too.
the clothing is torn
as if
a castaway.
but the wiry
hair is all there.
the grin
on the baby's face
holds no concern.
the fat
cheeks still fat.
it's heavy with water
and what
and what
looks like a small crab
nestled
in the belly of the pinkish
hard skin.
there's so much to wonder
about now.
who's doll,
and in what ocean,
off what boat did some
little girl
drop it in. i think i'll
leave it for now.
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