One of those dolls (a prose poem)
I do not enjoy consciousness; subjectivity; agency. Please do not make me think about what you think that I think. I do not think anything. I have no opinions or desires. My head is empty. There is nothing inside it that can, for instance, fantasize about kissing you.
Do not infer from my behavior that I have interiority or emotions. If something is sweet, I will smile. If it is bitter, I will frown. This is a mechanistic process. I am one of those dolls with a limited set of automatic responses.
Since I am only a toy, you can play with me. Be assured, if you bent back my arms or pulled me apart or kissed me, I would be indifferent to that. Just treat me like I am not there.
I cannot kiss back, though the resistance of my synthetic skin may give the sensation of my lips pushing back against your lips and returning the affection. My face would be stained with your makeup, and yours with mine — I suppose, though I have never considered this.
As you can tell, there is nothing I want, consciously or unconsciously. I have no heart in whose lightless core there is buried a yearning to be with you.
First performed at Siblinx on November 9th 2025