Working class swallowing corned beef hash,
dipped into middle class vol-au-vents and pinkies,
then married into upper class with the duties of opera and Royal Ascot.
She dreamt of being transparent.
Caucasian Blasian Scandaboriginal.
Forever exotic, an anomaly
to the myopic, curious, hypocritical, fashion-stunted masses.
Don’t have children, her mother said, for they will suffer your demise of loneliness and being left out because nobody could quite fit you in.
She called it the rise of the Melted.