From first self-
consciousness
this is the cry
that fills the shopping list
of all our longings.
THIS IS THE LIFE-WISH:
Itís why we buy our clothes
and cars, our glitz, lipsticks
and sixty-dollar haircuts.
Itís why we spritz ourselves
with costly scents
and strive for excellence;
do good; seek fame;
take exercise; suffer love;
believe in prayer; need botox.


Through years of
facelessness
amid slayers
of buddhas and brokers
the wraiths of beauty
hid rebel laughter
and deadly nail-lacquer.
Lessoned illicitly
and freed incidentally
these girls emerge keener
in loveliness
than the houri queen.
Wicked, wondrous
one shy princess dares a gaze
that mirrors us and says it:

LOOK AT ME.

©2001, 2011 Katherine Anne Harris.
Author reserves all rights.

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