Last week I got off my pins,

had a pedicure, a massage.

You know what pins are for.

So, let us line up, prep,

take stations to divide the labor.

Production has begun its practice.


One to unroll

One to straighten

One to cut

One to point

One to grind the head

and so on.



A perfect dream in the economy

of my head, I lift my toes,

neither Italian or Rose;

I blush and pinkly stand.


That is me in his visible hand.