written eons ago

Compliment

She’s sitting at a table 

at Starbucks 

having coffee with her sister 

when a perfect stranger 

comes up to her 

and says "you look just like Diana Rigg."

"Really?"

"Yes, just like her. 

Of course she’s quite old now, 

but just like her when she was your age. 

She was quite beautiful."

"Well . . . thank you." 

~

"Who the fuck is Diana Rigg?" 

"Dunno," says her sister.

~ 

Crossing Lines

She's been good for so long, 

now she's being bad—a bad girl. 

Now she has to say goodbye to her friends,

they're not going to want to see her anymore, not after this. 

She is going to be anonymous, at least for a while. 

And when she is known

it will be by people yet to be known. 

There are two kinds of people,

she is about to become the other. 

The paradigm has shifted,

old notions won't do. They failed.

~

Cupid Deconstructed

Your beauty 

strikes me though my heart, 

dear one. 

I fall before you, 

prostrate. 

I am yours. 

As I lie, 

my head a little sore 

from the fall, 

I reflect upon my state 

and conclude 

it is my mind, not my heart 

that is pierced. 

My head is addled, my heart is full.