December 19, 2009Ars Poetica
They laughed when I asked
for pancetta,
those grocery store clerks.
I don’t care.
It’s better to be chic
than to lie
in some bland corner
of a room,
wilting and frumpy.
What do I care
for the woman
who never dares to wear
a houndstooth jacket?
It’s up to us to set
the speed of our lives.
Audrey, for instance,
could dazzle
simply by placing
an ordinary swatch
against her skin:
chiffon, silk, organza.
To the nay-sayers I say
if you choose to live
like toads why should I care?
It would have been easier
to ask for Italian bacon.
But isn’t it better
to be swift than rushed?
Better to be svelte than thin?
Better to seek than to settle?
from #31 - Summer 2009