In the window

I’ve always had thrift store mannequin
fashion sense though I display
a bit more modesty. I’ve kept things
hidden under designs of all sorts of noises
for so long, a turtle making plans
in the dark.

        She has me peaking

out of my shell, sticking my neck farther
to where the air tastes new like
simple syrup in the sun. The patterns
shine in the light, or maybe
that’s just me.

              Still the mannequin

changes clothes in the window & she
keeps urging me on.

© 2022 | Phillip Knight Scott

Prompts:

• Sunday Whirl Wordle 542: turtle, neck, shell, hidden, design, noise
• pensitivity101’s Three Things Challenge #887: eat, taste, simple