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she sit before the mirror, mirrors on her
and spreads the spraypaint on the haystack that
she calls her hair. She fills a crack, her
nails like spears (they're dripping!)
Smears the lipstick, licks her lips and inside
her skin--a plunging 'v' from neck to knees,
but seen, it's just suggested. Tonight she'll
a plea for starving whales and heart disease
in trees. She's on T.V., longing for a 10 from
presentation, application, lubrication; do any-
thing . . . to win. And Yang and Yin, the
juggling twins, come spinning past her door to
and 5.4s and cleaning floors 'til lights
out. Funny Murray taps his worry beads and
the Tarot. She looks around and sneers. No
petition, superstition. Blind ambition. She'd do
to win. And 834's her lucky number . . .