Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Alex Stolis Doll parts If only there could be a plastic sun to shine on her face she might be able to feel something other than unmade and incomplete. She no longer feels awkward with strangers and can throw a look across the room you believe is meant for you. Her mouth can almost taste the disapproval that refuses to dissolve she wants to remember how to sigh without counting her breaths. She wishes for a Prince to take her shoes, walk her off to nowhere, tell her you ain't got nothin' making it sound as if she were everything. Next Poem
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