Basketball Barbie
by Anushka
I think restless thoughts
Feet up on a windowsill
Vaguely lost in the whirlwind chaos
I am a basketball free from sweaty palms
And not yet captured in the selfish net.
My thoughts dance to a different music
Swing dance freak dance break dance slow dance
Not like the Barbie dolls in their matching pink bikinis
I am not the basketball star
Making the same shot again and again 'cause it won the game once.
I dump my pink nail polish over my head
The poof and pink drip away and Barbie falls asleep in amazement
I look in the mirror and don't like what I see,
But then again,
Neither does Barbie.