dear lily

of fame is comparable to
death
(in it´s singularity..)

heaven, a number of
whitest bathroom
to a hall of hell-

local celebrity, and
are you so and so?
did n´t you used to..?

and, of course, fear,
will you sign their ****
what no..?

fame, as mr bowie said..
and are we not the dead?
do we have a life..?

dear crow,

i distain the cult of celebrity!
but a girl has to make ends meet
my blackest raven!

i am reading at poetry etc in
the park
will you be there..?