The final, sequential installment of Breskin's Supermodel, which really cannot be fully appreciated in such short bursts and must be consumed whole, so I'll leave that to you:
total love for him, her Ari, now swept away and not seen, her heart pounding
(which in the airport trash she loved-to-hate and hated that other girls loved
Sky Lopez Sophie Moon Stephanie Swift Stormy Summer Cumming Sunny Leone Sunrise Sunshine Susana Spears Suzy Sweet Sydnee Steele Sydney Moon Sylvia
would be compared cheesily to the pounding of the surf) a terrifying
tune of nine-tenths abandonment one-tenth hope, daily radio gruel
Panda Sylvia Saint Tabitha Cash Tabitha Stern Tall Goddess Tamara Noon Tawny Peaks Tawny Roberts Taylor Ann Taylor Hayes Taylor Little Taylor Lynn Taylor
of the less-but-now-more-fortunate audience--the magazine readers,
the commuters, the Oprah watchers, the clock punchers, the checkout
Rain Temptation Temptress Tera Patrick Teri Weigel Terri Star Terri Summers Tiffany Mynx Tiffany Rose Tiffany Towers Treasure Chest Tricia
girls, the beaten women and stepped-on men (previously parentally
beaten down), the chronic-loserville sports fans, the watchers and not
Uptown Tyler Faith Tyler Fox Vanessa Blue Vanilla DeVille Vega Vien Velvet Rose Veronica Vanoza Veronica Zemanova Vicky Vogue Victoria Evans Victoria
doers, the unlucky-in-lovers, the short, the fat, the squat, the pimpled
the rat-mazed mortgage payers, always racing to refi, and refi again--
Knight Victoria Roberts Victoria Swinger Victoria Woods Victoria Zdrok Violet Blue Virginia Collins Vivian Silverstone Viviana Hughes Wanda Curtis Wendy Devine
a heart song she'd previously unsung, never felt misty
upon hearing, so remote its frequency of deranged
Windy Leigh XXXena XXXRaimi Yana Cova Yasmine Blake Yasmine Gold Zara Whites Zabrina Aamir Zdenka Zoe Young Zoe Zeman Zora Banks Zoryna
despair coupled (pathetically) to that little-engine-that-could
train of hope coming 'round the mountain when she can, always
Dreams Zuzanna While other lovers sing your praises in phrases deftly lyrical, I'm a cat who's better at a scat song that's satirical In begging
in danger of derailing--getting all greasy with tears and iron
filings cut by rusted coupler's clang--the blue acetylene torch
for your hand sweet chick, I hope you'll understand this lick My love to you I bring on account a you can sing Bli-Blip Varthy Flam Flam Flam Hip Dee
of my old flame I can't even remember his name and so on, not to say
she hadn't heard the songs of losers but that she hadn't listened until
Oddle Odda Baaa-imp My love for you is true on account a you can do Bli-Blip Varthy Flam Flam Flam H8ip Dee Oddle Odda Baaaa-imp My poor heart
just now, when her own scatting pump splayed out a forcebeat
rhythm so ridiculously hysterical not even Bird swooping above,
gives a start like a jitterbug just won't stop Mix your crooning with my spooning and let me blow my top, mop! Your love to me I've sworn on account a mine is
untouched by the mysteriously triggered aquatic display, could swing
over it and make her piercing love-cry arpeggios into anything like
y'orn Bli-Blip Varthy Flam Flam Flam Hip Dee Oddle Odda Baaaa-imp (scat interlude) My poor heart gives a start like a jitterbug just won't stop, so mix
a recognizable song, much less an improvisation (and what is love but
that?) worthy of being transcribed, studied, copied, teased, improved,
..........
by David Breskin
from Supermodel
