Draped With Indifference

sunlight kisses plastic skin,
lips frozen mid-thought—
but no thoughts ever come.


she leans into the world like she owns it,
but she owns nothing, not even herself.

shadows curl against the woolen weave,
a careless shrug stitched in fabric and pose.


too cool to notice, too empty to try,
just another hollow queen of display.

white-rimmed eyes, frozen in mid-glance,
survey the world with practiced boredom.


behind the glass, people move with purpose—
she holds none, and wears it well.

yet someone will stop and stare,
searching for meaning in her vacant grace.


and when night creeps in, she stays,
same pose, same stare, same nothing.

Portland, Maine

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