augury doggerel

Thursday, December 26, 2002

Window Dressing

It's dark and cold and I must get home when I find a thin, gray man standing along the sidewalk and looking into the underwear shop. Warm lights shine on golden torsos all peak and perk and very little waist. The cardboard ads propped up between dummies show women slumped in bras and pants and parts and looking up intent or askance or takeaway. But I have disturbed him and he slides off.

Up the street, a shop window full of one-wear dresses. The bodies are whole here, but mostly tucked away in great bells of consuming conspicuousness, and I may be the only man who has ever stopped here alone. I check the cost of one and vow to remain unsanctified.


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