I take the bait, I trip the wire
the light reflects my naked stem
a tasteless fruit too quickly picked
the empty chair faces the window
never a wrinkled face to hold,
Ceramic Girl, posed and broken
molded doll, erect and willing
the smoke is clearing, shifting haze
the memories locked; adjacent rooms
synapses spark, the shadows live
the basket falls, cradle and all
she never ages, Ceramic Girl
molded doll, erect and willing
her hem is lifting on its own
the shine of her china lasts a lifetime
her gentle curls fall, lightly bouncing
her key is wound, she does her dance
bursting applause behind closed doors
she draws the Joker, just her luck
the bundle of weeds, her twisted bouquet
tied with ribbon, all too deceiving
rosy cheeks, deadened eyes
she never ages,
Ceramic Girl
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