in the doll’s house
the doll’s dolls are dreaming
they’re awake
so little difference
nightmare and day
climb the stairs
you’re in the basement
pick up a phone
you’re gripping a knife
farther in takes you
farther out
no telling which till
there’s no going back
when the doll’s got you
looking out or looking in
stage light is
the only light you see
the demon isn’t dreaming
he won’t leave without the girl
he’s working the closet locks
cursing them like a mortal man
as if words could do and undo
sudden light
the girl’s awake
an open door
and all kinds of places
where the doll
cannot go
Accidental Antenna 