Ariel Jingle-Jangle telephone compliments—Darling, who does your hair? Divine Divine Moisturizer glitter goldust hairspray champagne baths pore luxurious. Flicka Flicka papercuts bandaids where did that little red string that used to be in the band-aid package go? What happened to it? And all those tan m&m’s? Are there still marshmallows in Lucky Charms and rings in the bottom of Crackerjack boxes? Fa la la…Do girl scouts still raise flags? I haven’t been to a flag-raising ceremony in years. I bet Dan would have totally been into boy scouts? I wonder if he was ever in them…Do they still put little white plastic tables on pizza? Ice cubes in the toes of my nylon stockings, Bengay in the fingers of my kidskin gloves pour mare’s milk over my hair so I can feel it growing out long and thick and dark in cold reflection and I shake it joyously dry. Run your hands over the frost-bitten mirror, soothing my reflection’s ruffled feathers. Drape me, bespangle me. Douse me in glitter and long winding strips of purple velvet. Roll me naked in the snow and crown me in dandelions. Let me shiver mutely, mutely wet and trying not to drip on your marble floor.  ¶ 5:45 PM