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  • Inspired by Carbon Leaf's "Miss Hollywood."


    Holly Wood is poker-faced androgyny,

    reality bound like double-ds flattened by

    emerald silk

    all flash and wit,

    smoke and mirror,

    fools' gold chipped to reveal

    the disappointment of granite.

    Her dress is cut too low,

    her breasts:

    fouled by cigarettes' dripping ash.

    She promenades those gilded hills,

    catches tragedy sucking face

    with comedy

    under every busted streetlight;

    in the midnight speakeasies, she

    ogles those immortal newlyweds,

    anguish and joy.

    Wearing her jewels like

    a second skin,

    she patrols the moonlit alleys.

    At sunset, she shimmies up the stairwell

    and waits for her lonesome star to rise.
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