picture perfect sitting in the windowsill
like Blood Red Roses and painted white fences
someone screamed and it turned its head
a portrait of P e r f e c t i o n (if such a thing exists)
"unique" was posted on her lips
a bright pink post-it note of DOOM and HATE
and everytime we saw it surrender
its love
its fate
we laughed and stuck another star on its forehead

"my dear angel, please let me hug you"
but it never did because it lost its voice in war
and famine
and could not confirm that that was what it wanted
(needed?)

eventually it was towed off
they made it into little stone blocks
and in its place stood boring stone pillars
so we smiled and hugged the air
a desperate attempt to placate the ghosts (birds) of
tomorrow
yesterday
(today?)

laugh – the statue of horror
is no more