This place is no longer my home.
I am changed and vulnerable, now,
to the beauty and to the chasing of beauty
and to the way it is sharpened…
That easy chatter
firm bodies, tan bodies
surgically reconstructed bodies,
and the adoption and the adaptation
of High Style–
as if it were a scent
on the breeze
carried with the salt.
All this is relentless
in seeking out my softest places
These, they secretly
sing a drum beat
demanding my lock-step.
How many nail salons,
can one population support?
Is there, here, one Gold’s Gym
or Fitness Centre/Juice Bar
for every man, woman, and child?
I consider eating
carb-free California rolls from the Sushi Bar
I want to go home.