A garment should be logical.
— Coco Chanel
Yes I made the perfume Yes— Coco Chanel
I am an orphan Light my cigarette
Just so The perfect profile intaglioed in air
Now let the hems down Now we slash
the collar And when a man enters
always make him pay Always
a stray prince around before the casino closes
This century tilts I'm good at sphinxing
Elegance excludes I exclude
milk waste tears uterus Do I
remember the lard-colored orphanage halls
No I refuse Place a Coromandel screen
in front of the car wreck and your
world war My demi-monde It took 128 ingredients
We live in an age with no interiors
and his blood festooned the pavement by the crumpled car
Boy Capel the only man I
Embellishment gives way to line
and ease of motion A Bugatti flair
Wealth assuming the proportion
of catastrophe And if the other was a German officer
how does that affect the drape of sleeve
I'm on my knees with a corona
of pins bristling from my lips It's not
adoration It's revenge
