Venus, noble image - -
		readies herself for today's take - -
			the timed walk on flickering celluloid?
			the paced wait on snowy cathode?
 
	Now, when the distaff race demands
		what role for me? and me?
			she seems in doubt,
			so she paints her lips,
			eyes her Cupid, strokes
			her ever-blooming rose --
			and hypes her nascent brain
				for another stance.
 
	Oh Rockeby, Willendorf, La Polichinelle,
		your symbols make
			tricky rubrics
			for sprinting spinsters
				in the age of Ms. Mainstream.