She is that rare bird,
the one that nobody wants


to talk to and
everybody wants to own.


Watching her walk,
it's obvious that if her zipper


slid its track, you would glimpse
a neat hummock of black.


There's a thin silver chain riffling
about her neck. Light


cascading down
a valley of dreams makes


young boys ponder
lives they'll never lead,


makes cackling biddies resolve to go without
their foundations. Just look at her. She's taking


a sip of water. The cubes of ice
shy away from her


pursed lips. Everyone
shifts in their seats.