What kind of creature am I today? I paint my personality on my eyes and nails. Today I'm a Rolling Stones' song around the eyes, French royalty at my feet, and a bustling, foul-mouthed yellow cab driver in my hands. Under the nail there is blue flesh and vodka. My lips are rose-petal nymphs, my green eyes are hiding behind Elizabeth Taylor's. My body is gray gauze, it is a shadow, drifting, a storm cloud. A name I can't remember- a dark thing that hides and loves the night. I am watchin...