a journal with poems written on the fly without much ado |
| The Dressmaker's Bust The dressmaker's mannikin is a bust without a head, limbs, and feet; more matter than mind. Matter or mind, to strike up a conversation, nothing is too small for me. What if the mannikin spoke? I bet it would chide me. " Just a chest with a heart will do; can you say the same thing for yourself?" |