Topless Modeling on New Year’s Eve
Never underestimate the cage
of your body. The stage of skin
in which glitter abrades. This bright
and humble, ravenous hour
that feathers seconds, firsts, with praise.
There’s famine enough for both
of us, if anybody’s counting.
Freedom, Fritos, a psalm for silk.
Never underestimate the age
of exhaustion, the flight of stares
en route to the end. “Off
with their heads,” a Red Queen says
to yet another Diamond. Do you
love what you’ve become? Have you
found someone who can?
