Saturday 27 June 2015
'Womannequin' by Jane Roberts
False eyelashes, then hair extensions. A caking of teak varnish all over her body, like a park bench. Tattooed eyebrows – lop-sided, too dark. Incongruous porcelain dish teeth waiting – in vain – to be dirtied by traces of food. Fillers for sagging cheeks and silicon in Everest tits, peaks always pointing North West. She talks out of her arse-implanted, suckerfish mouth. She dresses in combinations from catalogue advertisements. She’s forgotten who she is. You’ve never seen her.
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Prosetry in motion. Brilliant! Nice one, Jane.
ReplyDeleteLove this, Jane! Brilliant!
ReplyDeleteBrilliant Jane!
ReplyDeleteVery clever writing. Short and perfectly formed. What a title, too!
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