on the runway

& one day he tells her,
cocking his head to the side
and his gun to her chest
that she’s into a different kind of alchemy
(and her expression
goes
saturnine)

& the whole modeling thing
never really worked for her
but the stars catch her eyes and
she’s dragged face forward onto
the runway
dizzy
and
glittering
(and for an aspiring jew
gas must have seemed
wonderfully appropriate)

and she’s gorgeous under those lights
but she still doesn’t make a pretty runway girl
- she’s into a different kind of alchemy
and his gun is still against her chest
and her eyes are still closed

“murder”
she cried.
yes well. you were asking for it.