Anadell

White Nylon Sable
Made InGermany
Brand new
Never before used
She becomes an extension of myhand
Soon the sour stench of acrylic will saturate herbristles

First,
I gently run the soft hairs across my cheek;
Overmy lips
We have a connection
I have a story to tell
She will help metell it

I see an image of myself reflecting in the mirror-like surface
holding the bristled fingers to her wooden hand
Her identity: #12
Where areher brothers?
11, 13
In someone else's hand;
Floating across someoneelse's face
Telling another's story

Anadell
That is hername
She'll tell my tale
Slender, sleek, clean, innocent
I'm there
Hiding behind her virtuous face
She'll force me out
She will tell itall
Easier than spoken words