She’s levitating lifeless in her harness against the wall.
He stares at her in anger- she stares blankly at the floor.
She has no soul therefore no desire to care
And his regret and anger resonates through the whole house like
potent sound waves that make him throb to his core-
a feeling she does not know.
He becomes overwhelmed and jolts from his chair,
hurling it at his “Michelle”
Her stiff, heavy body rocks from side to side with aftershock from the blow,
Yet her expression is unchanged.
This sight angers the man even more.
He never realized how important it is to be with someone that will fight back,
someone that can give him some kind, any kind of reaction.
He brought her willingly into this home.
He thought an agreeable, quiet partner would create a fissure in his failures
of social interaction.
Not as needy as a dog, not as despondent as a cat.
“I was wrong, this is all wrong, I was so wrong, I can’t…I don’t know how to fix this!”
He screams in a rattled voice as he shoves her and pulls at his hair in frustration.
(He has a tendency to rip it out)
He has made a regrettable decision,
one he won’t feel satisfied with anytime soon.
He’s falling apart,
feeling the weight of his shame for all the money spent on something he can never speak of
A mannequin of silicon and plastic,
draped in silk and satin,
She’s only a mannequin,
a doll, a con. An over-sized knick- knack.
She will never be a rightly desired companion.
she serves a single purpose.
A 5’1, 70lb, anatomically correct aide memoire
that he cannot become mere acquaintances
even with this mock mate
And so, annoyed, he understands his future.
Living without his cloying isolation will never happen.