The airplane
seat is a soft bottle full of hot water from the Gulf of Mexico
And it brings people to amazing realizations draped in chrome
Gleaming under the gardenias. Don't forget the backside itself
Which is important in navigation as it is in other projects requiring
maneuvers.
In a Tampa restaurant they show a famous painting of Fidel Castro
smoking a cigar
with his ass. These parts are
impermanent.
I used to wear armor but it chafed and made a lot of noise when I
was walking.
Jennifer
Lopez has a magnificent way of showing her ass.
It is part of dancing and singing and having a boyfriend with fifty
million dollars and an automatic
pistol.
They interviewed the woman who irons her hair.
"I say no, Jennifer. Say no."
Each ironing costs five hundred dollars at the salon and a thousand
dollars at home.
Jennifer's boyfriend sends her fat marijuana cigars in a silver box
with her ass on
the cover.
It is hammered in raised silver so you can feel its curves and slide
your finger down
the shiny crack.
"Jennifer,
that man is trouble. Don't stay with that man," her mother says.
Her mother's best friend puts six spoons of sugar in the coffee until
it is thick as
butterscotch.
"What, you don't like to have everything? Stay with him and you
will have nothing."
The coffee table is covered with newspapers showing her, him, him
and her, the
Ford Navigator.
There is a picture of Jennifer as Selena with a complicated hairdo
involving spitcurls.
"Save Your Ass," the headline reads.
Puff
Daddy wearing a straw boater at the polo club in East Hampton is on
the
opposite page.
Can he sit a horse? It doesn't say.
The nineteen year old shot somebody for throwing a fistful of money
at Puffy.
No dissing the dollar. There is a Puffy Combs nobody knows.
He is sitting on the balls of his ass. He has his face in his hands.
The lawyer has come. Now it is time to go home.
"Mister Combs," says the sergeant, "here are your platinum
chains."
They
say she gave him back his ring. The room fills up with Cubans smoking
the
marijuana cigars.
"Hermana," they sing, "dulce es la noche."
"Mrs. Lopez, your daughter has been cleared of all wrongdoing."
"Put her silver dress in the closet and buy her a pair of flannel
pajamas," says the
neighbor.
Jennifer dreams of a gun falling out of an elephant's ass and clattering
to the
ground.
The neighbor says to Mrs. Lopez, "Thats all right. Stick it under
your dress."
Jesus, Jennifer says to herself in the dream, this is just like the
Bronx.