Weird Poetry Nobody Asked For

Pinning People Figures to Walls and Loving It

Hopes and memories on yesteryear

Photo by Alex Lee on Unsplash

Fred stares down at me from the wall.

I was going to name him Paul…But that didn’t sound right.
I shaped his body from a pair of old jeans and a tank top.
My brother’s baseball cap implies the head.

I was pretty stoned when I decided to pin a Fred to my wall,
it then took me another two hours to get the motivation to do it.
Now, I’m debating on making another, perhaps a Mary or a Phyllis.
Because what kind of a one-dimensional man doesn’t want a pin-up girl?

Maybe I should start a business,

Dolls on Walls: Bringing the Disturbing to Home Décor.

“They’re conversation pieces,” I tell people
when they gaze unnervingly upon my newly hanged friends.
What do I care, anyway? I can do whatever I like in this place; it’s mine.
And it’s about time.

I’ve never had a place of my own.
If you don’t count that closet fort, I made when I was…