<equi's "years later"> 2003-11-15.2:37 p.m. Years Later Elaine Equi Today is woven out of a marvelous synthetic fabric which we have not discovered and have no name for. Light, cool, porous like skin, only transparent. I remember when I used to think love meant being surrounded by plastic hula-girls and wind-up poodles in a place where nothing was real except our feelings. The obvious authenticity of them--why was it so important? back /& forth /& frosting names are often sad