La Bonne Chanson
 
Close up of Paris Hilton, far a-field.
The look of orgasm: filaments of
disaster, supplication.  Ready to
rewrite her footnote, Be here now, on E…
Prophetic, only a short clip of that
penetrative moment.  The evidence: 
key in her name on a certain website.
In the throws of numeric action.  Ones
 
and zeros.  Her example by hidden
camera.  She would live it again, caught on
digital, quicker than some demon of
fast-forward.  She existed there.  Her lean
body appeared mad-delirious,
disposable as a burger wrapper.