The Doll
(after Hans)
a work
of art, by far
my best yet. She
has no face because
her smile is a lie
and h
er eyes don't really
l
ook at you in the
way th
at eye
s are supposed
to. I have often dreame
d o f her, of sitting her at my ta
bl e and telling her I love her b ef
or e complaining that the roast is
n't cooked well enough and t hr
ow ing it on the floor. Or ho
ld
in g her because she' s h
ad a long day and th
e n eighbors a re
t alking about he r
again. Say
ing how
the y do
n't und
ers tan
d h ow o
ne s o l
ove ly c
oul d b
e so
mi ne
© 2010 Rachel
Lieberman. All rights reserved.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Rachel Lieberman's prose has appeared in A cappella Zoo, and her poetry has appeared in The Lyric Magazine and So
Good. She studied creative writing at Chester College of New England, and was
just recently released into the wild. She's particularly fond of unruly writing
in any form.
