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Once
a doll was exploring her intestines and fell in. What? The doll
could not be dreaming. Dolls do not dream. The walls were wet and of
stone
that sparkled. Oh, I am lost, I am lost. But dolls don't know where
they are.
A man with a moustache in the shape of an anopheles mosquito passed
by her.
His clothes and shoes were made of scrap metal. Next she encountered
a rat
carrying a toy truck in its mouth. What, what? Then an unlit candle
and a dead
alligator were carried off by a beetle.
Night
descended. The child put her to bed. The dog peed in the corner.
Dolls do not pee, at least not proper ones. Still, she went on exploring,
saying What, what, I am lost, I am lost, while the dog slept on and
the child
released from her vagina a large bright red goldfish.
(for
Gisele Prassinos)
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