My favorite doll’s been broken in two.
I pick up the head and an empty eye socket,
the other hand holds a smooth pearl
still wet from the ocean’s unfurling
wave down by beaches pink
with sun and fertile with fish bones. We think
of happier times, like the merry-go-round.
I ride on the back of a sun-bleached horse
Smell salt. The coarse
melodies of seagulls laughing. We lack
the heart to end our ride.
We sit side by side.
Never shall we look at each as one whole
but separate, feeling nothing. It was love I broke.