Pawn the tutu.
Reluctant camp.
Elegant cowgirl, randy diamond.
Naughty provocateur.
Place the lozenge under your tongue.
We're stellar when the camera
shines like that -- zoom, pan, flash.
Hips like tulips.
Belly-white violet.
We see where we're going,
Now more than ever.
So sometimes we sip tea
Munch on Russian piroshkis
while raindrops pirouette on treetops
whisper en pointe:
There's sincerely no other way.

Susan Smith Nash

February 11, 2003