High heels click on a checkerboard floor
while rainbow lights illuminate her
oversized platinum curls and inch long
lashes.

The flash of
sequins, cheekbones, ruby red lips.

The air is alive,
she is alive,
and for a fleeting moment we believe
she is as he feels,
and we feel alive for having experienced
her.

Hands full of George Washington,
she exits to claps and whistles,

But backstage the illusion is lost.
Backstage she dies,
but we remain entranced
by the illusion.