the fashion of things





       i am a product here

frequently prodded and adjusted by alien fingers

“a little to the left, dearie

now tilt your head and pretend”

 

                						                       they tend

to stare

less than graciously

immortalizing my unease w/a flash.



it’s easy to accomodate, though

put out a foot to

let a shoe be placed on it	

walk on cue/hold a pose		soon one learns to look

through          people and lenses

instead of at them.



i am a prop here

propped up and touched up

important as anything else on the list: 

spot light, backdrop, film, model

 stairs, runway, platform, model

opinions irrelavent

input unnecessary.



i can almost sense your contempt

must seem absurd to complain

about getting paid to remain still

with servants at my call

but eventually one questions the humanity

of this treat-me-like-a-doll industry

my hair is already made of yarn

and i’ve got the red striped tights

the buttons to replace my eyes

just might arrive at any time.