doll house fire

o miniature catastrophe.
let's save the dog. let's save the dog.
let's save the plastic cake & the plastic
lemonade. i had a matchstick voice
& i always tried to keep it under control.
so much can burn & then you zoom back
& there is a soup commercial. there is
a pine nut. there is a boy punching
another boy over grape flavor.
i watch on my iphone as a genocide 
becomes an ad for flip flops & 
then the capitalism angels know
my eyes like to feast on blood. tell me
"here is a product that will save
the world." i put my teeth in a shadow box.
point to it when guests arrive & say,
"once i had a mouth." once i was a bull horn
or a bugle or a budding broken plate.
dear god does anyone have a cloud?
i just want to put out the ashes. i just want
to put the rocking horse to sleep.
there are memories inside my memories.
there are ghosts that dress in doll clothes.
a paper moon that we have
to be so careful with. who is your
fragile keeper? i have a mammoth who visits
at the back door of the house.
he opens his mouth. i place my eyes 
into that wet darkness. i tell him,
"run as far away as you can." the doll house
is as big as it feels. sometimes just
a scorch on the rug. sometimes i am walking
in the rubble. dear human, i am sorry.
dear human where am i & where are you? 
why were we not holding each other
in the rocking chair by the plastic fireplace?