POEMS

The most beautiful thing about a convertible
is hair, and the most beautiful thing about hair is
its disposition, dead, but alive in the skin in
the air, the skin holding on to each strand for
dear life, alive in the wind. The most beautiful
thing about the wind passing over the skin is
sensation, cellular, invisible, metabolic. What
is metabolic is life-sustaining, and the most
life-sustaining thing I can think about today is
decency. And decency is blind, unseen, until

it isn’t.