Between Us

for the transsexual selling scarves at Nordy's

Stay bold, we shopping ladies are alleffete, our sex a bird beating our ribswith flutter and flash. Look at this scarf

I ask more of it than it can give, but yourival its lapis with your eyelids, its pinkwith your lips. We circle in these

aisles indulging and fearing ourfemme fatale. She asks more of usthan most are willing to give.

She takes from this worldlike a hawk. As a flamingo feedsin a lagoon, she adorns the world, alert.

I want to say something: Your hairis lovely, your makeup, superb. Mayour world preserve you.

So sell me this rippled silk with curled,closely stitched edges. Let it passbetween us, wrapped in tissue paper.