- Faye
Faye Dunaway, you did it
Despite all the SoHoennui discofashion snobs and dodosyou did it youtook a photo and made every elbowappear in time as a goodbye: a genderbent soliloquyGoodbye 20th Century
LET'S ALL CHANT
They should have made a mannequin out of youI think they didout of
YR BODY MY BODY EVERYBODY MOVE YR BODY
Like a Karl Lagerfeld Last Seen Entering the Biltmore
'Til you met Tommy . . . [End Page 87]
And when questioned about it you acted, Fayeas if all that murder inverted could say somethinglike it could transmogrify and become again
as if becoming was just another lyrical attempt to telllike some kind of Cassandra tell itTo Tommy LeeJones la moda, the fashion, the fantasy of the '70sfinally coming home to roost in yr eyesyr wet Mars windowsill broken eyeswhich say
"What I'm trying to do is give an account of the times in which I'm living!"
ButMurder, like fashion, is a grizzly business
(i.e.,* women's business)
It takes a certain kind of mania to go through with it
Staggering over what sight sewed into you
As if you were just a guest in the house
A woman with a Nikon
Now we don't dare go to SoHo
So where should we go? [End Page 88]
Lara Mimosa Montes is currently at work on a poetry manuscript titled "Visual and Other Pleasures."