In Your Doll House Poem by Robert Rorabeck

When the day laborers peek under your skirt,
In your doll house there are bears,
And after they make love, what will you say to your
Mother- that I am waiting outside in your car,
And there is a mermaid riding a unicorn, but I do not
Believe in her. I do not know when I will run away
Again,
And you and your brown skin army, who are doing
Pushups on you: I thought I wanted to die,
But then I thought of how the dead things die in
Dead coral,
And they remain beautiful for schools of fish-
And I wonder how the fresh water fish dream under
You when they go to sleep in their alligator beds-
Do they wonder what it feels like to pet your
Brown houses, as I did for a year, and you cleaned
Yourself for me and made yourself look pretty
As the bicycles lay underneath you and your even
More beautiful and even more younger sisters
Slept in their bunk beds and dreamed about flirting
With boys even more beautiful than me.