that familiar display

that familiar display

 

 

window dressing

frosted mannequins dance in my mind

words freeze to the glass

become panes of phrases

disconnected in the frigid world 

of snow patterns

and ice follicles fraying 

in wonderment.

 

i wrote you into a warm cuddle

but you left me a frozen puddle

of empty heart,

skate tracks across the reflection of what was once me

 

the mannequins with upside down smiles

become inert memories of you

as you walk by one more time

and glance into my display

 

then find another shop

to exchange embraces

another shop

with faces

unfamiliar

the strangers you claim

to love

 

while i live out my existence

in the same old window

the frosted mannequin 

trying to type new patterns

on a keyboard that isn't even real.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

1/4/18

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

This is so fitting with the massive storm of snow and wind hitting the Eastern U.S. I like how you compare some individuals to frozen mannequins. Skating in this frigid world can be very risky to those who are not prepared and trained.
Marvelous, sir Jacob.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Sami.
j.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...