Blow Up Sex Dolls that Look Like Laura Ingalls Wilder
the American nesting doll opens
up under pressure boiling till the tip
oozes out spitting epiphanies of
progress onto the middle nation
new obligatory pushes away
from abstinence toward pink bubblegum
flavored condoms in pleasureless grasslands
last gasp binding alterations in
the American order of dolls the
population of each Matryoshka
ranks progress without looking below at
petit prairie playthings stuck without
glow sucking on latching on hot yoga
sessions dripping sweet sweat crying out for
more while the oldest babushka in the
states begs for the glow for the light craving
more than copper corner merchants calling
out to her baby honey sugar she
needs fresh mint condoms and accessible
Alesse, Levlen, Ortho Tri-Cyclen but
the nesting dolls are gorilla glued down
to the top pantry shelf and they cannot
crack open under incandescent glow
letting prairie people crawl out of the
doll and into the present where blow up
sex dolls live in harmony with humans
slow disco dancing with alpha women
over beta girls charging dopamine
on portable chargers that tickle the
toes of subway seats beneath busting out
plastic surgery covering the spines
above low rise jeans beadazzled g-strings
and a black bloody fresh tramp stamp that reads
WE DEMAND COMPREHENSIVE SEX ED FOR
ALL