Woman myth
moon sylph
If she had a cocktail
it would be Strawberry Bliss,
like pink detergent, interacting
with the side of a glass.
No matter where she leant,
up against a bar,
or at the kitchen sink,
the inverted cone of alcohol
perched beside her would re-frame
the golden flow of evening gown
Elixer of hunger
resides in the glass.
She has bought the tailored dream,
the promise of her own movie,
the command of camera eye,
machinery of the image.
But now she's bought it,
can she sell it?
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