Clothes Hanger
She strides and pouts
and holds the pose –
swivels herself
on the tip of a shoe.
The smile that gets lost
between lips and eyes
is fixed –
a contractual pucker
for her sponsors.
She has to get the balance right –
not so present that she steals the show,
yet in-her-skin enough to fill
dull threads with life –
animate them by suggestion -
inject some kind of mystery.
