Marilyn (as Isabella): I had rather give my body than my
                                   soul—
            (as Marilyn): Some lines come more easily than

A cloche in plum,
In lion marigold,
Or mannish toques; a Borsalino. Bring

Leather banquettes in old green edge the room.
A drab green of animal scales, guarded
Under agave, on days too hot to move.

“She turned her face to the wall.” The Wing, of the Dove.
Marcel: “At daybreak, my face still turned to the wall…”

The bed, the laminated stand,
With soap on it and towels, folded, four, five,
Piled like snow.

With magazines that give the latest medical advice:
“Do patients want to think it was genetic?
Or luck; or what they drank, lounging in the sun?”