Love Letters to Corporate Giants
September 6, 2010
At 5″4
I’ve always liked them
Tall
And a little Omnipotent…
Dear Steve Madden,
Shoe King
Designer of my high school clogs
How I want to love you
as I wander into your new store
in my neighbourhood mall.
Before only in the US.
But alas your foot covers
I cannot wear
Almost all made of
Skinned slaves.
Creatures who are not shoes to me.
Dear Amex,
Am I hallucinating?
Or did you change the text inside
those giant burger buns
that hang pervasively from mall walls
from: Not just for “foie gras”
to – Not just for “gourmet fare”?
I think you did.
I think you are listening.
I celebrate your Bar Mitzvah
from afar.
Dear Winners,
The Paris Hilton of clothing stores
You have no personal style.
I ravage your racks
and come across
Real Fur!
You sell-out bitch.
Pawn off the unsellable scraps
on tacky people,
you try to.
You won’t get away with this.
Shoplifters Unite.
Dear Redken,
Your Color Extend
Is a silky dream.
I wept when you discontinued
Active Express.
And yet – in any passionate love affair
The mystery must be kept,
and your secret is out.
My lacuna can avert itself no more:
I know you test on animals.
