Poems of the Week

On Viewing Barbie

by Gail White

“Barbie passes $1 billion in ticket sales”

I do not need a bright pink car.
I do not need a guy like Ken,
a smiling plastic movie star.
In point of fact, I don’t need men.

I have escaped Mattel’s embrace,
like Socrates, whose mind was freed
by walking through the marketplace
to see how much he didn’t need.