POSEURS ON A SATURDAY MORNING
Carrie Chang
Sitting with my stuffed pig
In the red drawing chair, on
A Sunday afternoon, when
The curli-q wisps of blue afterthoughts
Rolled in from Pacifica, I thought
To shut the screen door, where
Sere ghosts bat to and fro
Like digital pixels on a Disney screen,
Some tiger-balm in the closet, wafting
In the nostrils, like an illusory dream,
As if a lady of 40 could be 16;
Those pearls of nostrum, could
Be well-worn, like bleached concessions
Of years, well-shone; like piglet tails
Which scringe with power, and curl
With destiny, to appear bit dour,
My loose hair rods well under
Barrettes, and sometimes
Flusters into nets: some old-time
Party of mousse and oils, and
Lovejoy pardons for the
Chinese girls.
Carrie Chang is the editor of this fine journal. She is the author of “Monkey-town,” and “Fairytale Origami” and has a fetish for egg-foo-yung, among other wowsy ambrosia. She is a descendent of Anhui, and enjoys eating raisins for breakfast. It’s yum!