Andrena Zawinski Dreamboat For Marilyn Monroe and Magritte's white dress So here she comes again, that big blonde dreamboat sailing onto the scene, polished to a sheen, heady and haloed by seabirds, sails at her mast billowing like a finger crooked and calling you to her. And you move toward her, just on the chance she may ask you to enter some cabin holding a geography of mounds in breasts and buttocks, and where in the closet hangs a perfect white dress, dreaming her body breathing inside it.

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