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juxtaposition

Harrod’s Christmas display window glinting spills

glitter snow beads white on the white

porcelain of a mannequin’s perfect bare

neck a shower of silver sequins across the stiff arm.

(A woman encased in black–a cape over the hair, over the feet, over the face, over everything save a net before the eyes–like the incarnation of death, a shapeless mass of secrets, a black hole where a woman would be, stares:

the mannequin meets her gaze and the woman blinks back.

What separates them I

cannot tell)