Pitt in my Brain

Forty or so years ago,
imprinted in my head
like a stamp. WOMAN.
Mold is cast, ink still wet
prone to smudging. Never
got off to you, on you
despite such considerable
assets and your confidence
to display them, even
through clothes and bubbles.
No, there is a higher standard
at work here, an eastern European
archetype of cheek mole, accent.
This is the role of lifetimes over,
more immortal than any vampire.

4/26/11