The great actress and I sat and spoke.

Passers by, cocked their heads
and pointed their fingers
to remark at her beauty;


I strained to hear her
over the swaying London Plane's
As she maintained:

Back straight; eyes forward—
they must remember you
once they have forgotten you,
they have devoured you.

I joked,
But she insisted.

And just how can I stall their appetites
With flesh and bone, that I don't own?