It's true that anyone can fall
in love with anyone at all.
Later, they can't. Ouf, ouf.
How much mascara washes away each day
and internationally, making the blue one black.
Come on everybody. Especially you girls.
Each day I think of something about dying.
Does everybody? do they think that, I mean.
My friends! some answers. Gently
unstrap my wristwatch. Lay it face down.
I must say that your analysis of this poem was quite effective, as it did a good job considering the texture and nature of the poem, but I would like to take a step further in the consideration of the lines about "how much mascara washes away each day" and "making the blue one black." In your analysis, you say that this is meant to hint at a darker reality behind the beautiful world of the wealthy, but I believe that it hints at a more specific detail. The reference to "making the blue one black" seems to signal the presence of a black eye on the women, which then hints at the presence of spousal abuse. While this connection ultimately doesn't detract from your focus, it does seem to further color the remainder of the poem.
ReplyDeleteWith the spousal abuse connection made, the poem seems to take on a darker tone than it already had. The conversational tone seems to become more desperate, as it becomes a plea for the society to recognize the rampant spoual abuse occurring throughout the world. The line about thinking "of something about dying," while it is less surprising thematically, becomes even more worrying, as it hints at death's constant presence in the speaker's mind. At the end, the removal of the wristwatch seems to become more desperate as well due to how it becomes a symbol of escape, even though the clock is still ticking until the speaker is caught once again.