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{when i see sarah jessica parker is replaced by joss stone} lyn lifshin for Gap, I’m thinking what happens happened again: the daughter replacing the mother, blooming as the mother starts to fade. I rarely write about being less young, a euphemistic way to bet around what I’m thinking. It’s like a man clutching a tumor growing big as a Siamese twin. There and tell me truly, can you stop looking at it? In your mirror, across the table. The lines that never mattered deepening, hair thinner. When I saw Joss Stone singing that Janice Joplin blues, gorgeous taut skin, Melissa Ethridge, bald head, both belting the blue blues out, Joss’s arms lovely, a white I bet nothing has slid from abruptly, leaving a burn, a scar and sure she’s hot and her teeth are lovely but I want Sarah, I want her blues, her over 30 to beauty to mirror mine |
