It's Saturday morning, and even though it's Thanksgiving break, Lisa and I are in her bedroom, in NYC, studying.
"Ok, " Lisa stops, looks up and says, "give me a 5ex symbol."
"I.. I don't have one on me." I say, apologetically.
"NAME one." she clarifies.
"Are there "5ex symbols" anymore? " I say, with air-quotes, "Who's "Marilyn Monroe" today -Kim Kardashian - oooo - or Kendall Jenner? "
"I read Emily Ratajkowski refer to herself as a 5ex symbol the other day." Lisa says.
"Is that the model that said she was groped at a photo-shoot? " I ask, as I google her.
"Yeah, " Lesa nods, "but it was a music video shoot."
"Do you think I could model? " I ask, as I pose vampingly. "Be unflinchingly honest." I request.
"Hhmmmm, " she considers, framing me in a finger rectangle pretend camera. "You're like Marilyn Monroe, " she says, "in a training bra." *We burst out laughing*
"Back to the subject, " Lisa says, "name a guy you think of as a 5ex symbol."
"Humphrey Bogart! " I say.
"Humphrey Bogart? ? No! " she rejects him, wrinkling her nose, "too old-timey and dead, besides, he was a MOVIE star - come ON, a real one - SAY! "
Michael Gandolfini! " I offer.
"? ? Michael Gandolfini? ? " she says, sounding stumped as her fingers google him.
*I make a dreamy "mmmm, " yummy sound.
"Oh, my GOD, " she says, and looks up for confirmation. "Humphrey Bogart and Michael Gandolfini - HONESTLY, you have the WEIRDEST taste! "
I was shocked, "No, seriously, don't you think Michael looks kind of soft, cute and.. LUVable? "
She groans, "You're going to marry an ugly man someday - aren't you? " She pronounces, shaking her head.
"AM NOT! " I responded, throwing a pillow at her head (a pillow fight ensues) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem