Grand Via: the shop of Marcelo Vila   

 

Each day & all afternoon the full breasted & lean hipped mannequins of Marcelo Vila languish naked & with lowered eyes / some draped in tinsel & some in silver foil & none in the bright lights of the night when they will dress in orange & purple gowns & tease their lacquered hair & highlight their nails & apply tattoos to their shoulders & thighs & they will practice cunnilingus & dance by twos & threes & perform fellatio on the solitary male who’s been bronzed & knotted & bound to a post & one will begin to speak & then another & soon the upper floor is wringing with their curses & their tongues mingle & their boots tap out their demands & one will usually extract her head & another an arm & parade at their window & remove some clothes & pose & strut & not too long & not if Marcelo Vila is coming & not if the portero is near & not if you or I have come to watch & not if the sun begins to rise.