Crow Poem Revisited: Hairy Marilyn by Mark Tulin

Hairy Marilyn, Miss Monroe

you can’t hide from me

with your fake beard

and those Buddy Holly glasses.

I know that ruffled cocktail dress

over the subway grate

flying above your waist,

that panty shot

for the whole world to see.

Even if you are a cardboard

beauty, a freak of nature

in a Rocket Fizz candy store—

my jaw still drops.

I ogle at you anyway.

©️MFT