fame

Ready for my close up
Mascara and eyelashes
Pouty lips, cigarettes
and well positioned moles
Men sleep with Gilda
and wake up with me,
just me;
only me.
I want to be alone;
alone to stangle myself
with my red silk scarf or
to take an overdose
of barbiturates;
although to lose
my head in an
automobile accident
would be much more
dramatic and
would be my best
performance yet...