Velveteen Darling

You’ll be a Hollywood star, a hero of the Elysian Fields,
utterly redeemed and reclaimed
to glory, beauty, splendor
The lands of milk and honey –
– the neon and strobe lights that melt your eyes in tears
Many will adore you, others scorch you immortal
with the flame of their hate (envy)
Your gestures are white and lovely –
You’ll be like a model, long and thin,
gazing off into space like the earth’s not good enough for you,
distant, abstract, with a geometrical sort of beauty
With a perfectly crystalline face, cheekbones to die for,
a perfectly notched long spine that curls inward with pride
You’ll be beautiful and – untouchable; yes.
It has been decided.
No more worrying, doubting,
no more crying
No more thinking of your limitations
Nothing now but the sky, that burst of blue
that hurts your brain to conceive of
You will be someone, not who you were before
All you have to do is obliterate yourself to make room
for the persona, that image, that deathless song –
this will be the Viking funeral of your essence –
to make room for something short of your current agony,
something definite, different, and easy,
that you can live with.
You look ethereal as you walk across a room in a scene –
feeling some furtive feeling in darkness
That kind of sentiment, that movement of the heart
could heave and break the chest.
They’ll drop at your feet in waves at the drop of a hat –
love you if you say to
You’ll be beyond your poor gods and devils then,
at the mercy only
of the whims of a capricious, malicious,
and sanguine audience –
Finally –
Beyond salvation.