Tear off price tag,

"Behind the Glamour $18,"


next to prison-cell lines,

crush bar code into a tight ball,


toss it away. The wad won't let go,

adheres to fingers, as if to chide,


"Marilyn's worth any price."

Study her photos by the bed,


wonder if Prufrockean meaning

lies in stickiness, steamy novels,


all those Norma Jean YouTube posts.

Probably not, given white sheets,


imagined whisper, throaty, low,

"please read a slick, hard poem."

                               Timothy Pilgrim