Dear Evelyn,

let’s be joined at the hip,
and not at the heart –
I won’t sew your clothes to my skin for the part.
And if in return you’ll let my life be mine,
I’ll give you permission to glimmer and shine.
I know you’re a showgirl
and show girls need space,
but let’s just remember you’re wearing my face.
And while you’re out dancing, my masquerade pearl,
Don’t ever forget that I’m still the real girl.

My fondest regards,