The Dolls with the Big Wide Eyes
we were still living there,
so I must have been around ten.
it was a two-bedroom apartment,
one bathroom,
the front door opened to a small living room with a big television
and two racks beside it filled with movies;
there were two couches,
one short,
one long,
brown and cushioned,
a coffee table of solid wood,
a big mirror on the wall
above the long couch,
the length of the long couch;
plants in the corners and
some hanging from the ceiling,
shelves with old dolls and crystalware.
the dolls were always small children
in small little dresses or slacks,
pigtails or thoroughly polished
combovers,
with big wide eyes following
wherever you go.
at night, the light from the television
would flicker on their faces,
on their eyes,
and they were always big,
always wide,
always watching.
the kitchen was small, too,
with a big dining table right in the middle,
we were a big family,
all together we were six.
the hallway was short and narrow
leading to a bedroom
on the left,
the bathroom straight ahead,
and Mama’s bedroom
around a short corner.
sometimes I would sleep in Mama’s room,
sometimes in the other,
but every so often I would sleep
in the living room,
on the long couch,
to stretch out and be alone.
I liked being alone.
but it always took long
for me to sleep,
there were too many distractions:
the owls,
the television,
the eyes.
I kept all my things in Mama’s room,
my clothes and toys and such,
especially my Xbox
which was plugged into
a small television on top
of the bureau.
I liked to go in there
after school on bad days
and lock the door and play
until Mama would call for dinner.
one day I came home,
and it had been a real bad day,
the front door opened,
it was quiet,
strangely quiet,
we were a big family,
all together we were six.
it was never quiet,
but I was happy,
I liked having the house
all to myself,
I liked being alone.
so I fixed myself
a big bowl of cereal
and went down the narrow hall
to Mama’s bedroom
hoping to play
until Mama’s call.
the room door swung open,
and I heard a scream.
I saw my brother there
in the bed
under the covers
with a strange woman there, too.
that’s what I saw:
a lot of woman,
so much breast,
such big breasts,
for a quick second
before she pulled up the covers.
I slammed the door shut and stood there
in shock,
in awe.
I didn’t know what to do,
what to feel,
I felt joy,
lots of joy,
and confusion, too,
my cock was hard.
I sat on the couch,
the short one,
I sat there thinking about it:
what were they doing in there?
why was he on top of her?
God, those breasts,
those heavenly breasts!
was that normal?
were those normal?
I looked up at one of the shelves,
the crystalware was up there and
the dolls with the big wide eyes,
hiding the big secret,
the answer to everything,
always watching,
always knowing.
