by Catherine Harnett
Sibyl, my small baby doll was gone, tossed into the baptismal fount. I just wanted to see if she could float. My cheek against the metal rungs, my arm reaching through the iron gate, hoping. Too bad, my mother said, you’ve lost her. Where will she go? I asked. To that place dolls go, far away from girls who let them down.
Catherine Harnett is the author of two books of poetry, and her work has appeared in numerous literary magazines, most recently upstreet5, Lung, Right Hand Pointing, Roanoke Review, Prime Number, Alimentum, The Sakura Review and The Cider Press Review. She lives in Fairfax, Virginia with her high-school aged daughter.