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