and monetize homage. Do you suppose one steps
across crass thresholds stacked with cash
without tracking dirt inside? Picture the line:
everyone take a number, who’s next
to look out this window, to have as yours
this cambered roof? Would you suck the sheltered
air in sideways? Would you trespass
on her former dormer alleviated of owner
but nonetheless still hers? Let’s all get a brace
like Frida’s! Let’s all wear Gandhi’s glasses!
Maybe you’ll see what he saw through them.
You’ve misconstrued origin, mistaken
source and force in your fundraising. What’s next?
A lock of her hair, color: chestnut bur.
A scrap of her cambric dress: white.
Her mighty room, $200 the hour, nonmember.