Remember when we chewed
fat off hides, stitched with
sinew, Neanderthal fashion?

Now shimmering animals
swivel with uncomfortable
charm—flanked by

flourish, vehicle for
reverie as their heels
click across the trill

of runway. Leg gears
pump a parade of
sleepwalkers, arms

like clock weights,
torsos delivering
ideas that thrive on

sashay. Pose
more dry martini

than mineral water,
armature with span
of hanger—hot

pepper jam &
jelly of bitchfest.