[excerpt]
She was made to be surrounded
by the plastic that she was made of.
She didn’t need any of it.
I didn’t know how to say it then,
but I couldn’t stand that synthetic,
fake, forced, pink lip-parted smile of hers.
She didn’t know,
but she wouldn’t understand.
no one with that much "plastic" in her head
could understand a world of virtues; like
Beauty, what is Beauty?
i have– beautiful... things, she says.
she sat with eleven other clones
in a crate in my closet
carelessly clothed,
surrounded by herself
without a brain or a personality.
She was perfect
but I already knew
that the world wasn’t.
She bored me
so I
abandoned her.
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Photos: "Life-Sized Barbie" by Maki Kawakita