This is the Kind of Beauty I Try to Capture

This is the Kind of Beauty I Try to Capture

Zoe Migicovsky

This is the kind of beauty a camera can capture,
   on two-dimensional film.

This is the kind of beauty a mirror can capture,
   between the silver and glass
   the trash and the worth
like lipstick whore bright red, and fake
glittering diamonds on her fingers, the metal bends;
   there's no gas in the car.

The flames try to kiss the sky
whispering goodnight as they dance with smoke
and the girl with gold that wears green
   goes home to a broken stereo
   and one television channel

and it's all so Hollywood, destroyed.

So this is the kind of beauty a paintbrush can capture,
   thick and rich as soap operas.

This is the kind of beauty a pencil can capture,
   the lines of the night sharp against the paper
   between the beginning and the end
   of something too thin to divide.

Everything's rusted.