I miss Robert Palmer
and the line-up
of cloned brunette women
with huge red lips,
chignons,
dramatic make-up
and matching dresses.
I want to be one of them,
but I can't dance,
let alone play a guitar,
and certainly not in heels,
not like they do, anyway,
except in my kitchen
when I'm home alone.
But maybe they'd cast me
because I'm tall
and so willing to learn
and put me in the back row
like all my class pictures
from grade school.
Robert Palmer Girls