Blood and Guts: Helena Lazaro
The Right Man, like the Perfect Dress…
October 4, 2005 01:27 AM

AJ's comment on the last entry made me write a poem!


The Right Man, like the Perfect Dress…

is almost impossible to come by.
You can pick
through piles and piles of them,
finding only one or two
that are even good enough
to consider--
let alone good enough
to take home.

It is rare
that one ready-to-wear
will ever suit you
just so.

one down, one to goWhen they do,
they still require
alteration,
need to be:
taken out here,
taken in there,
hemmed,
and reinforced.

But once you’ve got them
you keep them.

Because
they make you
beautiful and sweet
a charming
sparkling
siren.

When they tear
you mend them.

You keep them.

Because you know
no matter how long and hard you looked
nothing you ever found
could fit you
the way they do…

and everything else
is just bound
for the dump.

So far,
I've managed
the perfect dress.


I say,
One out of two
ain't so bad.


More poetry
Comments

the problem with that perfect dress is that wearing it every day turns it into a sort of uniform. which eventually needs replacing.

the problem with YOU is that you know how to write poetry, and I don't. and that, my friend, gives you the upper hand ;)

Posted by: brando on October 4, 2005 01:37 PM

Looking for that perfect fit in an off the rack world and have champagne taste on a beer budget!

Posted by: Marina on October 4, 2005 01:42 PM

i think you should start making your own items that fit, rather than digging through piles upon piles of what other people think you should have.

that said, i dont think a frankenstein boyfriend is a good idea. just make your own tees.

:-)

Posted by: ceity on October 4, 2005 02:21 PM

Nice writing!

Posted by: C. Bukowski on October 4, 2005 02:44 PM

This poem was great until I got to the cleavage.

Then I stopped reading.

How does it end?

>:->

Posted by: AJ on October 4, 2005 03:10 PM

Your poem. It speaks to me. it tells me...I should be wary of women with scissors.

Seriously, I dig your words.

Posted by: Groonk on October 4, 2005 04:20 PM

AJ, that's funny- I read your comment and thought to myself: what cleavage? and had to scroll back up. Clearly my mind was more on the words than the pics today.

Helena- totally dug it, but found myself thinking the catch with a really great piece of clothing is that you're supposed to buy more than one of it, so when it wears out, you've got spares.

Posted by: claire on October 4, 2005 04:39 PM

What a great response! I should include some boobs with every poem.

Brando, thanks. The problem with YOU is that you're unavailable. Which instantly makes you perfect to me. :)

Rina, you know I feel you. How about we just bring our own in a flask? ;)

Ceity, as it turns out, I apparently am "making my own man," attributing all the traits to him that I'd like to imagine are real.

Nothing is more flattering than kudos from a cantankerous old man ;).

AJ, now I know how to momentarily distract you while the others pry your closet open and free the skeletons.

Groonk! Thanks. But you know, we can extract your heart with the precision of a surgeon--using only our bare mouths.

Claire, thank you for maintaining brain contact. It didn't seem like a distracting kind of picture until AJ piped up :P And I am SO the girl with four of the same skirt, and the same shoes, in different colors because I love them that much!

Posted by: Helena on October 4, 2005 04:48 PM

Going anywhere with a flask is much better than not.

I too am guilty of having the same item in multiple colors. If I like the way it looks then I take em all, I just can’t decide on which color I want more. Do I want green eyes or brown eyes... I mean top.

Posted by: Marina on October 4, 2005 07:40 PM

Is it too late to second boobs with every poem?

Posted by: shane on October 4, 2005 11:49 PM

Oh, and will one of you men out there waiting for the right girl PLEASE snatch up Helena before she's gone? Honestly, I don't understand you people.

You're fools I tells ya. Fools.

Posted by: shane on October 4, 2005 11:51 PM

And by "gone," I of course mean "off the market." Not vanished into thin air like a common ghost.

Wow did I really need to leave three comments?

Actually, it's kind of fun to hijack a comment thread for a solo conversation.

I'm talking to myself.

okbye.

Posted by: shane on October 4, 2005 11:56 PM

Well-done, Shane. The sack of deep fried Snickers I promised in exchange for your services is en route. The other half of your payment will be received one I have secured said BOY.

As always, it's a pleasure doing business with you.

Posted by: Helena on October 5, 2005 01:25 AM

I agree with Shane - someone needs to snap Helena up. She is a true gem that deserves a man who will treat her right.

Love ya!

Posted by: Jewels on October 5, 2005 08:46 AM

God you're good Helena. I love it!
BTW, I found the perfect guy, but I'm still looking for the dress.

Posted by: cookiebitch on October 5, 2005 08:13 PM
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