Are they people or ruins? Does the skeleton who shed gender long ago care—bones held together by light and promise. Quiet, an androgen walks
A ripe raisin stain that suits almost every woman’s pout is Revlon’s Carnal. Goddess, with its hint of burnt toast and lilacs is lovely,
I do not know from what part of the world I should be greeted, if not from Lord Hamlet. —IV, 5 The direct stare