Mannequins Sell

A mannequin in the shop window

Turns to me

Holes appear where it’s eyes and mouth should be

Like big gaping wishing wells

It creaks it’s head to the right and strikes an elegant pose

“You’d look a lot better with this scarf on”

Another mannequin squats to its knees

Breaking the rigid plastic it was born into

It’s torso shattered along shop floor

The head rolls towards me

“These jeans would suit you”

In the changing room

Wearing the jeans

They really do suit me