You look like an advertisement for cholesterol medication:
businesswoman on a grassy knoll,
bare feet kicking carelessly,
white shirt remains pristine
somehow – how?

On second thought,
don’t ruin your pill-pushing mystique
by deconstructing the mundane.
I’d rather stain remover were magical
than calibrated chemicals.

Fair enough,
but every woman’s mystique remains
unadulterated white, and still my cholesterol climbs
despite daily, delicate handfuls
of unmarked pills.