Pickup Poem Day 8

Ring Light

Beam more beauty down the pipe. Donut
constellation, see me in the afterglow
of angel wheeled into an MRI. Distance strips
skin--we learned--like naptha. A picture
of me will look like a picture of me. The audacity.
Forty bucks and a wink, Dorian Gray sits
for Bob Ross. Hell, call it a lie--a year
can only be allowed to take so much.