Elizabeth Taylor is making the bed
Elizabeth Taylor is packing your lunch
Elizabeth Taylor is scrubbing the toilet
And completing all these actions makes her no less glamorous
For if one has a resemblance to a movie star
It does not elevate a person above acts of household drudgery
It merely reminds us of the folly of celebrity worship
I lost myself in Elizabeth Taylor's beauty
Found it again when I saw her caring for a sick child
I want to leave behind these reminders of humanity
These limits on making someone an archetype without the effort or biology of humanity
I complimented him on his mother's famous profile
In this domestic setting between the cough syrup and the dish soap
Being hit on by the neighbor but she paid it no mind
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