When You Become a Barbie Girl, by Julianna May

Unbend my plastic legs,
 they melted together
 in the heat of my nakedness
 or from the friction of a fight.
  
 Your eyes began to undress me
 out there, anywhere;
 my painted smile
 smothered in your heavy breaths.
  
 Your fantasy world,
 with blond, bimbo, Barbie babes.
 Bend my plastic arms
 behind your back breathlessly.
  
 You can touch, brush, cut
 my blond bimbo hair.
 Imagine, me everywhere.
 Imagine it’s fantastic.
  
 Burn me and my plasticity
 baby anywhere.
 You’re just getting started.
 A life as plastic,
 painted, pleasing,
 placed. Forever yours.

JuliannaMay is a poet based in Northeastern Pennsylvania, a graduate of Wilkes University's M.A. in Creative Writing, and a high school English teacher. She has been published in Nightingale and Sparrow magazine and Crepe & Penn. Find her on twitter: @JuliannaMay1216