Investing in Mannequins
I boxed them in a garage, unhooked limbs
from their hidden metal joints,
shrouded arms and legs in bubble wrap.
My boss bought from China, to eBay on
to small shops, army museums and men
who want light-weight life-sized women.
I did a photo-shoot in the living room,
on a carpet perfect as water tension.
Rigged each frozen girl in a cocktail dress
used double-sided tape to make the necklines
cling between hard, hollow breasts.
I wrote listings: Debbie is a classy brunette…
The most I ever got was for a baby
with a bashed in hand. I started cheap,
called it poor thing, needs a loving home,
named her Lucy, took a picture of her hand
snapped off hollow as a chocolate bunny.
The bidders kept asking more questions
until I’d written a hometown, a date of birth,
a rainy motorway accident which killed both parents,
she went for three times the usual price.
from Soon Every House Will Have One (Smith|Doorstop 2014), © Holly Hopkins 2014, used by permission of the author.