Olivia Wilde's jawline, she said, is
perfect
I was deep in my brooding
and resented the interruption
Just look at it, she said
So I did
As usual, she was right
That jawline was flawless-
square but not too square
the ideal angle
for a line of stars
in my favorite constellation
or a tiny row of butterfly kisses
It was as if the goddess herself
had sculpted that jawline
from her own stash of divine clay
right after making conch shells
and right before creating orchids
So I forgot why I had been brooding
because, once again, she had reminded me
of the sublime.
