Disco Queens

A younger girl sits
Waiting at a selective traffic light
She questions
Love, values, everything
With translucent perplexity

A stardust of sparkle
Consumes her unseeing vision
She tracks the host
A golden giraffe
Sitting, neglected
In the yard of a store
Labeled ‘Antiques’

Analytical examination
Chipping golden leaf
Pinpoints of reflective glitter
Crowding its body
An old disco star
It seems
Past its “unfathomable” prime
Black spots in contrast

A “comedic” posture
Wires of legs
Confused in their goal
Of balance
Neck strained
Chin up
Unconformingly long tongue dazed

The tongue
Most mesmerizing of features
It stretches
Heaven-bound
Hoping to catch a taste
Of the plastered moon
On the day lit sky

The tongue
Tries to defy gravity
But the tip lolls
Wettening the giraffe’s misshapen
Blind eyes

Faithful
That with this
It will contact
Its imperfectly flawless
Deities
Whose palates crave the infamous
And the forgotten
Stay
But the giraffe continues

Unstopping

The girl gazes
Thoughts wandering
Eyes waiting
For a-

Twitch
A flick of the subject’s ear
A nonexistent fly
Hovering
Orbiting the giraffe’s
Iron skull

The girl pleads
For a larger movement
For a satisfying relaxing posture
Of its limbs

Though
She knows
Not until all the gold leaf fades
Falls from the giraffe’s exterior
Will it finally reach the heavens

The giraffe’s depiction
Merely a distant twinkle
Its memory dignified
In the younger girl’s mind

And, she knows
Finally
Not until we shed
Our gold shell
And dismiss that sparkle
Or pasteurize its lesson
Will we
Discard our platform shoes
Overcome gravity
Climb Mount Olympus
Become free