Sharply,
he is dressed
in eggshell,
with a touch
of borrowed
baby blue,
platinum,
and diamonds,
with serious,
slicked-back
hair. Not one
flyaway there.
At first, severe,
he stands
between
two women --
one sick,
one well --
worried
about the gel.
Later, alone,
at the circular
hotel, he leans
back against
the antique
headboard
and smiles
sideways.