There’s one wearing a peppermint green dress in the stack of paper behind the rubbish bin,
two sprawled nude on the lounge floor,
and a lot more in the two dairies, three bookshops and three supermarkets in Browns Bay.
Their plush lips and white satin stomachs are the same whether they’re waiting to be bought,
lying on someone’s glass and cane coffee table,
or having nasty ballpoint moustaches and teeth gaps drawn on.
‘Frail Ange’ might get tipped over if she knew she was amongst Warehouse and Farmers brochures,
soon to be tied up in a plastic bag and put out with everyone else’s recycling and rubbish.
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