Trina: Madison Speaks

This is a response to the November Writing Prompt on Myths of the Mirror, which is to write something from a non-human perspective.

Madison Speaks

A girl and a doll under a red sun

We’re at her imaginary park again.

I hate this park!

It’s not like I can DO anything.

I can watch, I can listen, I can politely speak my mind.

Last week she made a big ugly Doll, a horrible thing.

She says I’m priggish and judgmental, but I say I’m
a sensible doll; she’s twisted, that’s what I think.

Oh God, here comes that bloated elephant and his
seven ratty mice.

Why are those mice dressed like dwarves?

It’s sooo derivative.

Where does she get these creeps?

I’m gonna throw myself off the bench.

Illustration of a girl and a doll

Not that she cares.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2019

 

Poetry: The Silence

She slips

off

her rocker

and giggles:

can it be
can it be

that all I

can see

is

a reality?

She says, “Last night I thought
I heard God, but it mighta been
the Supremes.”

Wanna die, wanna die
from flying so high

today I am ten
and tomorrow
I’m 60.

More quiet,
more quiet,
more crazy
&
quiet.

(c) 2015-2019 Rob Goldstein