I Met This Model (2)


I met this model at a party. She had
heard of me, had
slept her twilight
moebius dreams--
cotton lab coats bleached
ambitions hushed,
tessellated porcelain
fantasies--graduate
science (secret, arctic,
crystalline, pure), breathing only
faintly,
snow-blind. She
whispered, she
calculated vectors from my gaze, she
calibrated off-whites in the corners of my eyes, she
sectioned and
stained
me.



JDP 97/08


Copyright John D Porter © 1997



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