One day soon
all our lives will resemble what we see in magazines
You will meet her
in a flat above a Paris street
at a table in a Moroccan tea room
lounging beside an inground pool perched
to overlook the electric horizon
of L.A.'s rug of lights
Rug of zebra print
leopard spots
bear head
unfurled beneath her
razor-fresh calves
ruby painted toes
The kind of woman so striking
she alters a room
projects a mood
Containing
not so much beauty
as presence
Imagine if she had command of a bridge
her influence flowing out over the city
Such a woman wants freedom of movement
clothes to house the people she entrances
to fill the skyline of the city she chooses
Daywear
Perhaps this is her best face
somewhat sporty
as penetrating
as expansive
as the sun’s warmth and light
Possess her
buy her vellum shoes
her paper blouse
and printed cardigan sweater
steal her onion skin
decoupage it over your own
Buy a ticket to Italy, Belgium, Dhubai
hunt down her haunts
insert yourself there
as a bookmark between pages
Here
On page 26 you will find
exactly how your life and hair should be
Just stay away from the flame