a new church
where the sex shop used to be.
tearing
down
the two-story building
tomorrow,
the one that sold
movies
and lingerie,
a variety of toys,
cages
and things.
the mannequins
in silk
and pastry greens
and pinks
are still there though.
the blank
stares on
their faces look out
to the road.
they've been there for
years
in the exact same pose.
through all the seasons,
dressed
in skimpy holiday clothes.
i see some people
waving farewell
to them as they drive by,
before the wrecking ball
swings through,
while others are happy
to see them
go.
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