New poem: "The Spectre of Her Mind"

The Specter of Her Mind

 It was in her wanton eyes,

and in the way she offered

herself with sexual abandon

to the camera. It’s me! I’m

back! I’m still beautiful!

A movie star long past the

expiration date of her sexual

appeal. But the specter of her

mind persisted, totally oblivious

to its non-existence; a memory

of the desirable woman

she used to be.