Zsa Zsa 1990
It's Zsa Zsa in jail I hope to contemplate.
Will Eva, unembarrassed, visit,
speaking of the Haney Place?
Sure, it was a prison at first.
No shopping but at Drucker's,
no penthouse views or Park Avenues.
With no boa-laden ladies
at luncheon in Hootersville,
this I learned:
Let yourself touch the spirit of the place.
Sense the Ziffle's world as your own,
let its logic roll through your life.
Sister, from this cell embrace what is alien
and be transformed.
Learn to thrive in the uncanniness of the common.
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