Dear Chris “The Duchess” Walton,

I saw your picture in the newspaper today. Your nails are incredible. Impossible. I want to write about you at a later date, tuck you away for a future poem. Something tells me you’d be fine with that.

I love ekphrasis, you see. And how can I not consider you pure sculpture, art and artist all at once? How can my eye not wander over the incredible lines, wonder over each decision to curve right or left?

I hope you don’t mind, but I want to think about the last 18 years of your life. I shouldn’t, but I’m going to guess at the details of your day. Your love life. The way you pay your bills. Tooth brushing, and such. I just can’t help myself.

Thanks for being you, “The Duchess.” You are something special.

Sincerely,
Kinetic Prose