(2001, revised 2026) (c)
There was a time when I was
mistaken for a model,
and before that, briefly, for a
sorority girl,
and once as having potential.
Even still, in the right light—
that is, in a pitch black room,
save one candle flame
with the maximum intoxication
of a far-sighted man,
I could almost pass for twenty.
Again.
