Christmas bells ring, new fads dazzle our eyes.
Drowning? Blame the market, or naively,
Blame it on the younger generation.
I take turns spurning and burning these things
and wonder why they change when one thing—
Blame the victim—has yet to be passé.

We ask her what she did, then what she wore.
I guess it keeps us moving, so she won’t
have to change anything more than
skinny jeans, wire frames, slap bracelets,
yoga pants, water bras, chic make-up.

Maybe fads make liberty ring in her ears.