When I was ten I turned my back on society
I wore padded bras
I was like a god

If you look closely enough you can still see my footprints all over the world
making circles around the Parthenon and Easter Island
or stopping months at a time for lively debates in the little cafes of Paris

I breathed new life into old walkways
I touched the face of God

From time to time I retrace these old steps
I walk through the warm summer nights like a dish, the ideal woman

The one with the light in her eyes

Originally published in White Wall Review 41 (2017)