My Porcelain Rag Doll
You are the porcelain rag doll on the floor.
Your face is scarred and broken, but your eyes
are still the glazed-green jade I can't ignore.
(I keep you 'neath the bed where childhood hides.)
You are the mirror, magic-mimic glass.
You shine me skewed - I'm much too charmed to see
the danger in your sparkling splintered cracks.