THE SUPERLATIVE

Champagne has a lovely taste.
It is sweet and tart.
It fizzles and pops.
It swirls in people’s mouths with such delight
They could just drink champagne and
Eat strawberries forever.

Cashmere is just divine.
It slithers and coils
It chokes the skin in its perfect fuzz.
I’d love to have pants and shirts, blouses and skirts
Made of wonderfully exquisite cashmere.
I’d throw away my cotton if I could cloak myself in cashmere!

Chocolate is the sweetest stuff.
Like velvet on the tongue and
Silk down the throat.
The way the muddy cream swishes with my saliva around my teeth.
I’d never eat anything except chocolate ! oh and strawberries.
I’d swim in the chocolate.

Limousines are the only way to travel.
Anything else is just inferior.
I don’t have to drive my limos.
There is a cooler with strawberries and champagne.
The seats are made of cashmere.

I’d have 100 proms with marble and alabaster every where.
The walls would be made of pearl and ceilings of gold–
Glimmering and reflecting my face everywhere.
I’d build my house on a cliff.
With ocean views!
I’d throw it off the cliff every week !
Only to rebuild it 10 rooms bigger each time.

My skin is wonderful on camera.
I’d much rather have pictures of myself than pictures of others.
I’d take pictures of myself all day and
Paper the walls with the photos.
Spending all day gazing at myself–cheekbones and eyes–
Like wallpaper staring back at me.

- Sarah Smith