DeSe Escobar at Galerina

The secret body shivers in silk velvet
Deteriorating capes, glass-eyed debutantes
A lonely boho girl starts to look gaunt
Dancing with the fervor of a zealot
Inject us with fire, studs, beads, and fringe
Right nipple out on the plumassier table
Weaving new myths, speaking in fables
Gamble with the wind, push the syringe
Frayed mischief in the dirty city
It felt free in the car, but now there’s distress
Enshrined beauty, it shatters on the horizon
Crying for crushes, for hope, for Bambi
Anything can happen, in the right dress
Anything can happen, you’re going to come

– Ada Antoinette