when we're tanned and glossy and
vogue bleached, glorified through
lip gloss and liner let's go shopping
but don't you understand seduction?
browse forests of dynamite,
search for the object to irrevocably
complete our lives.
and we'll make it our own—sculpt it, until we can't remember
a time before it was ours—

the plaza makes me tired—weariness
descends on my bones, but just because
i haven't found it yet. forward march
you announce, irrefutably, that there
has never been anyone so beautiful—
nor so innocent or so whole—as us two now.
sunglasses in fluorescence,
fire cheeked: don't
you remember what your mother said?
count your change before you leave the store.