The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Mon 3/12/2007)

[RetroLounge]

In the department store

The women who work at cosmetics
counters terrify me. They seem molded
of superior plastic or light metal.
They could be shot up into orbit
never mussing a hair, make-up intact.
When I walk through, they never pester
me, never attack me with loud perfume,
never wheedle me into a make-over.
Perhaps I scare them too, leaking
some subversive pheromone.
I trot through like a raccoon
in an airport. They see me,
they look and turn away. Perhaps
I am a project they fear to tackle
too wild, too wooly, trailing
electrical impulses from my loose
black hair. They fasten on the throat
of the neat fortyish blond behind me
like stoats, dragging her to their
padded stools. A lost cause,
I sidle past into men's sporting
gear, safe but bemused, wondering
if they judge me too far gone
to salvage or smell my stubborn
unwillingness like rank musk.

Marge Piercy

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RL

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[Justpat]

1. Maxine Kumin

:hi:

[RetroLounge]

2. You got it...

:hi:

RL

[zingaro]

3. This one reminds me of

the Popular scene from Wicked, in a noir sort of way.

:)