Need lurks in the corners of her closet

Trying on a ball gown, a clutch, a stole

Pretending she is anything but herself

 

Waffling between the here and the there, of fame and anonymity

Jimmy Choo heels, borrowed Yurman, Prada on loan

Insecure steps on the red carpet she walks

 

Courage in a bottle, a pill, a man, she requires

For tonight’s masquerade, her anonymous task, she selects a numbing mask and

Free-flowing Vodka Gimlets to quiet her nerves

 

Desire harpooned that summer in Cannes

This chameleon, playing charades, she does pretend

Silk straps off her shoulders fall

 

Passionate promises, poor choices provoked

His smell on her she cannot escape

It’s a shame they will never know his name