sadden
me that i found a blow
up
sex doll in my uncle Charlie's
closet
after he died.
a chamois cloth
and a tire pump was in there too.
it amused me,
he was a handsome man.
a ladies man
for so many years,
but somewhere
love
and sex
took a wrong turn on the freeway
of life
and he
fell in
love with a plastic doll
that he named
Susie.
he used to tell me on the phone,
Susie and i are
going here
and there, doing this and that.
you'll have to meet her someday.
she's watching tv
in the other room.
i'm cooking dinner.
we're going to take a cruise
come spring.
they were well traveled.
i got so many postcards
from them.
i guess, he'd take the air out of her,
and fold her up
before placing her
in his travel bag.
she doesn't say a word as i toss
her into the dumpster.
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