A dream of a 1920s quasi-candid shot of
Debby Harry, mingling graciously among a grandiose Studio 54 scene.
Spray the lens of my life with hairspray, too!
Sorry, how petty I am.
Strangling a waist and shoulders with wires
and plastic planks that chew up my heel bones.
Sorry! It is getting late.
Not delicate in the least I am,
shielding a plump silhouette
like a ripe, fuzzy, plump plum?
No. I am not a juicy bite. A tart and gooey bite I am.
Sorry.
Packaged by flows of scratchy, crotch-yanking fabrics I am.
Please do not unwrap me.
Sorry. I am.
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The featured image accompanying this piece, entitled ‘Aerial’, has been used with the permission of artist, Robert Alan, a mixed media artist from New York City.
