Lisa DeSiro works for a non-profit organization and is an assistant editor for Indolent Books. She is also a freelance accompanist. Her publications includeLabor (Nixes Mate, 2018) and Grief Dreams (White Knuckle Press, 2017), as well as several poems in journals and anthologies. Read more at thepoetpianist.com.
(after Sylvia Plath’s “The Munich Mannequins”)
We are the color of nobody’s flesh.
Our pseudo-skin flawless, hairless.
We are only semi-
our perfect permanently perky
symmetrical breasts lack
nipples; between our legs
nothing but smooth solidity.
Barren as dolls, we cannot kiss
or bleed or sweat or wrinkle.
Posed on our toes we seem poised,
even when headless. Those of us
with heads have featureless faces,
blank as unbroken eggs. Those
with mouths are mute, lacking tongues.