Mannequin Kisses

Poetry. (Yes, it’s weird. No, I don’t know either.)

Photo by Nareeta Martin on Unsplash (Is anyone else seeing Delores from The Umbrella Academy? Just me? OK.)

It’s not quite a paralysis
But a creeping floating kind of kiss
The kind that always makes you sick
And are these fingers, legs, arms, yours?
Or did you borrow them
From a mannequin
The kind you used to get lost in
And divert your eyes
Every time
You passed the window display
In case they remembered your face

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