2/365 My neighbor from the Dollhouse

She is beautiful and fleshy
soft, warm, and forgiving
and doesn't hear herself telling me lies.
Everything I have ever desired
I can no longer look her in the eye
She must be respected
even as I reject offers of dinner
and conversation.
If she keeps asking this way,
doe-eyed and pathetic,
eventually I will relent.
I am only human, after all,
and she
was made for me.