sad to say I still

role

my eyes through galleries

a couple weeks ago

I was ringing.

now, I’m thinking star—

weeks gone by—I know who I am already

days sit up

& I pick an out

-fit. leather bag, snakeskin shoes

diamond choker, maybe.

black cornrows slick

through manhattan streets. a job

today a friend tomorrow—my choices

tossed away like a white blouse. Today

Egypt is beautiful

& the roses,

sweeten my heart-smile. just neckline kisses

for date days & champagne. poet.