Even though it was clear-

She was dressed to impress

And to re-write more authoritatively

The tattered script

And the battered role

That was her story,

 

I remember not

How she looked;

Or how she felt;

Or what she said

Or what in essence

Was her sartorial sensibility

 

I remember only

An abstract arrest…

A loss of contact…

After touching upon

Her pathetic and desperate need

To impress and redress.

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