I once opened an antique drawer,
And found covered in dust,
A tiny burlap doll,
With black buttons for eyes,
Yellow yarn for golden locks,
And a sewed-up mouth,
That stood at about 1/15th my size.
A stand-in,
For me,
Though I was unconvinced,
And didn’t see the resemblance.
I hope there was no malice in this,
It was kind of cute,
In an unsettling way,
Besides,
I get pins and needles enough as it is.
I pinched him,
Just to make sure,
I wasn’t dreaming,
And wasn’t pleased,
With the results.