We were filming the advertisement
For a clothing chain
So that all girls could look like me
I am running through a lavender field
The most handsome boy in the world
Is waiting for me on James Dean’s motorbike
A week ago we were on a Greek Island
And a swing was built under the sea
For two days I swung slowly with the currents
To a song sung by Coeur de Pirate
That was the fantasy I was selling
But they did not see my scars
In a month my gossamer blouses and boho skirts
Will be on sale throughout the country
All girls will want to look like me
But they will not see my scars
Which have been carefully airbrushed out
Nor will they accompany me to the war zones
Where I will give what comfort I can
To the dying and the dead