let us dress ourselves
in silk or satin
in ties and top hats
let us stand for hours
before the mirror
with a new this
or a twisted that
let us spin like wild comets
through the town at night
a compelling, eye-catching sight
that we might make ourselves into the dolls we never had
that we might become the people we never were
birds in the bare-boned winter tree
dreaming of flights in the summer breeze