Entry for the cramp 1/24/2019
Snatching up my 10G phone
“with facial recognition,”
I took another full length selfie,
My one indulgence besides this phone.
I heard a voice whisper
Go downtown now.
Stop at the new mall and
buy an prettier phone case.
I went. Another whisper.Your phone is
a pretty pink. You should look pretty, too.
I treated myself, browsing a clothing store.
well outside my income.
The professional dresser stared.
“You’re the one. With that face, color and skin
tone.” I was told “You have a stylist waiting
for you at this salon. Then come back.”
The voice said, Do it. I went, returning with a pixie haircut.
The dresser handed me a wardrobe: black pants,
collared blouses, a few skirts. One scarf. One at a time,
I tried them on, unsure where this would end.
A facial was arranged. A tmakeup artist arrived.
I imagined beauty pageants as the black pumps
and jewelry were examined, approved,
then whisked away. Then I donned a bathrobe.
“Don’t look,” they commanded. I swayed,
overcome by the power of lipstick and
Chanel number 5. Hands slid over my skin,
dressing and perfecting me.
I was led to a room and told again, “Don’t look.”
I posed, eyes closed, for profile pictures, then
filmed as I turned slowly. I had no idea what I
Looked like or who I was.
Full-length, I finally saw myself. I was coarse,
a child of servants, a young daydreamer.
I was a woman in love, and a princess.
I was Audrey Hepburn.