Mannequin
Plastic Bone.
Works At
Night.
All Alone.
Outta Sight.
Thinks
About
Her
Life
On
Loan.
Thinks
About
Her
Saxophone.
Thinks
About
Her
High
Heel
Dress.
Thinks
She Knows
She Knows
What’s Blessed.
Mannequin.
Plastic Bone.
Calls Me
On Her
Telephone.
Tells Me
Of Her
Time
On
Earth.
Tells Me
Of Her
Virgin Birth.
Hopes That
She Can
Split
The
Scene.
Hopes
The
Light
The
Light
Turns
Green.
Hopes
The Line
Is Nice
And Short.
Hopes
She
Likes
Her
New
Escort.
Mannequin.
Plastic Bone.
Works At
Night.
All Alone.
First Published by The Opiate
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