Hamina's Lost Head
by Delta 40
In the bland room
to the left of the library
Hamina is guided by sure hands.
She bumps into cream walls
half circle tables halted by
navy patterned carpet squares.
Hamina lists to the right
and behaves as if one leg is a whole
metre longer than her little finger.
She snorts and hoots at the circle
of old ladies buried in craft materials.
The carer steers her round with one hand
while she holds her toys in the other.
He-ll-o Ha-min-a
they say, as if greeting her this way
will help her understand their kindness.
Whee!
Whoop!
Hoo!
My, you're happy today arent' you?,
Odd shaped Hamina shuffles toward each lady,
smirking, contorting her face impossibly
while her neck struggles to move however it chooses.
Her naked barbie doll with only a brain stem left
is slammed against the table.
Good Lord! What happened to her head?
Oh, she lost it somewhere along the line, I think
Nor-tee Ham-in-a!
Bad Ham-in-a!
Hamina sniggers and bends the naked limbs
till they are as misshapen as she is.
She rubs the stem nub between
crooked fingers and
rocks back and forth in time,
then she squeals so everyone winces.
Someone mutters underneath their breath,
Knit two, purl one, drop a stitch.
Hamina whacks the headless tanned body
against the table once more.
Sit down Hamina and have some
of Jan's homemade pie
She plunges her fingers into
the sticky tart
and eats like a two year old.
Strawberry jam is smeared
across Barbie's molded breasts,
her curvaceous legs
then one carefully placed red blob
on the plastic brain stem.
Hamina reveals her decayed chalky teeth
and nods - almost knowingly.
She licks the node,
where the head used to be,
like a lollipop.