She could turn her head all the way around
like Linda Blair in The Exorcist.
Her bare high-heeled feet were begging to be nailed,
Jesus-style to the cross. Mothers saw their daughters’ dolls
levitate above pink carrying cases,
then tip upside down, arms straight out to their sides.
Barbie’s an Angel, cried the little girls who loved her,
who would mortgage their souls to be like her,
who would do anything she asked.
-Denise Duhamel
Playing with Poetry 