Seven Eventides with Polina von Pixiedust
Seven Eventides with Polina von Pixiedust
On Mondays,
prefers to keep her spirit gods hidden from
the moon in her Hermès Birkin Leather Bag,
atop velveteen lipstick and myriad bobby pins
On Tuesdays,
favors the Morbid Anatomy Museum, in
Brooklyn, beelining to the Collector’s Cabinet,
her temple, for thoughts lurid and bloody
On Wednesdays,
every other, it’s Lips NYC for bitchy
bingo, drag queens, and whispered sins
clutching absinthe and her boozy fairies
On Thursdays,
books of comic and dark lit, rereading her
favorite pages three times for luck, watching
over her are Shelley, and Gaiman, and the Marquis
On Fridays,
Bowie disco or Bauhaus disco
or Prince disco or Mermaid disco
or Hitchcock disco or Poe disco
On Saturdays,
the ritualistic dying of the hair, mending
of the body, black stockings, new
eyeliner, and everything else confidential
On Sundays,
high tea and pixie sandwiches,
quick chat with the cat, and then
a long bath to a small serenity