Bountiful, Utah -
Doll play becomes a dance
Of practice for the future
A mass-appeal divination of
Suspended truth for plastic toys.
A place where mourning breaks
As unavoidable reality
Blobbed casing kisses goodbye
And body laden boxes disappear.
White dress pretend
Mocking happiness or joy
Those ties that bind
Covered in lace.
Just another place
Where family meets
Where secrets surface
And are drowned again.
The background becomes foreground
The snowy peaks a constant
Dripping cone licked lean
By stranger desert tongues.
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