Prada Mannequin On Madison Avenue

Inside Prada on Madison
A mannequin
Lifeless as Pygmalion's statue
The mythic sculptor carving the stone
Each blow creating his love
His chisel not penetrating the marble
A statue so beautiful
Aphrodite bring stone to life__
Inside Prada on Madison
The male mannequin mocks me
Him a smooth brown suede jacket Mine moth-bitten cashmere
Tan trousers the two of us
Different shoes
I have beeter in my closet
Different shirts
We look nothing like
He young
Me old
Him plastic
Trapped inside Prada on Madison
I outside on the sidewalk
I
His portrait of Dorian Grey
He or it no sins
lifelessly without sin
Adam before me
Before the Original Sin
Biting into an apple
Pure
Not I
I all the sins of the world__
Inside the Prada on Madison
The motionless mannequin
Lifeless as Pygmalion's Statue
The sculptor carving the stone
Each tap of his point
Each chip from the chisel
Each spin of his drill
Creating his love
From his dreams
His chisel careful
Not penetrating the ivory alabaster
A statue so beautiful
So white so smooth so cool to his touch
Not as cold a marble
Pygmalion feels the warmth
On the stone after each passage of the rasp
Smoother and smoother
Smoother than flesh
The sculptor prays to Venus
The goddess of love
For a love like 'the living likeness of my ivory girl'.
Aphrodite bringing stone to life
Flesh not stone
Warm not cold
A happy ending__
Inside Prada on Madison
The male mannequin mocks me
Him a chic brown suede jacket
Mine moth-bitten tan cashmere
Same trousers the two of us
Different shoes
Different shirts
We look nothing alike
He young
Me old
Him plastic
Me ancient flesh and bones
He
Trapped inside Prada on Madison
Me on the sidewalk
His portrait of Dorian Grey
He no sins
I all the sins of the world
He bald
Not me
He so chic
Not me
Me so street
I alive
Not he__
I walk away
He stays
We have no names
Neither Pygmalion's statue___
Another day
Another day
I will once more stand outside Prada on Madison
He will once more stand inside

Next time I will not wear
Not Cashmere, but Suede
Just like the Prada mannequin
We are not twins
We have no names
For the Prada mannequin
Not twins
Not Portraits of each other
Just opposite alikes
Lifeless and alive
Me and the Prada mannequin__