A Boy and His Cookie Monster



blue fur
with any number of gross things
and white eyes,
the pupils long since chewed off

it’s a broken thing,
this doll

but loved

with open-mouthed kisses
and tiny fingers sunk deep
he pours into it
his joy
and his tears

the blue fur,
matted and gross,
absorbs it all
absorbs the simple love
of my little boy
and gives it back with a smile