Unscrew a box of white gold:
smell the money and sing money
while trained women who majored
in “Classics” stride pencil skirted across a
crystal sparkle dance floor. No
sweat, no fingerprints, but an over
sexed environment conceals
the conflated male hair bun.
Craft service carbohydrates explode
into TMZ’s monthly hate list.
Robotic dust mites hide in velvet—
this is Vanderbilt wealth and
Rhode Island anorexia.
Champagne bottles stain the grand piano:
no coasters here. Split screen cut
to camera two: a red
corvette screams down
a wetted down Fifth Avenue
drowning under moonlight.
Like blood, red looks black at night
no speeding tickets are given:
it’s a closed set.
Jennifer MacBain-Stephens went to NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts and now lives in the DC area. She is the author of eight chapbooks and two full length poetry collections forthcoming from Yellow Chair Review and Stalking Horse Press. Her chapbook “Clown Machine” recently came out from Grey Book Press. Recent work can be seen or is forthcoming at Jet Fuel Review, Lime Hawk, The Birds We Piled Loosely, Queen Mob’s Teahouse, Inter/rupture, Poor Claudia, concis, and https://apps.rackspace.com/versions/webmail/11.3.12-RC/images/blank.gifdecomP. Visit: http://jennifermacbainstephens.wordpress.com/.
