Mannequin Hands

As it stands I’m shaking 

mannequin hands,

I feel a palm full of skin

as I lean in, I feel heat

but no heartbeat,

I sense a mismatch,

other people’s confusions, 

a soul in desperate need 

of a personality transfusion,

it’s a task to approach

the irrational with rationality 

it’s “me casa tu casa”

with zero hospitality