"...CHANGE THE WORLD, ONE SEQUIN AT A TIME..."

her wardrobe is mirrored
sliding doors
reveal her many selves

hung on hangers
she peels off her present
self

it falls
at her feet
in a froth of frills

she kicks it aside
she hates
herself in it

she takes a self
from a hanger
unfolds its role

'dutiful wife'
no...ha ha...tonight she
feels more 'vamp'

does she dare
disturb t
he universe

the many selves she is
hang limp
waiting to be the chosen one

she stares at her
naked self
that the mirror holds

longs to escape
the roles
she plays.

she gives
that little
Mona Lisa smile

descends the staircase
emotionally naked
willing to be

the person she used to be
before she became
his

a mere prop in his play
a must have
accessory

she smirks
at his shock
takes the dry martini

from his grasp
drinks it down in
one big gulp