Dreaming About Dolls in a Thrift Store

Crying there,
hiding in the aisles
I sent the dolls to the thrift store for safe-keeping
No one would want them, I told myself
But the store was sold and strangers came in
and they tried to take the dolls away
The dolls I sold myself,
but had kept my eye on just the same
Dodging movers right and left
I needed to get them back
Their ceramic faces and
dirty dresses peeked out from boxes
I bargained desperately,
offering money that I didn't have,
just to possess them again
 I sold them, but never let them go
I'd rather have their weight in my hands
than just an empty memory