the unnamed a-lister
tried to find Eli
in St. Petersburg; going
around to blue chip
  galleries asking for him
by name; her full-length
fur & too familiar face
making them think she'd
lost all her marbles;
one hair stylist finally
showed her a Vogue Russia w/ Hel
on the cover   the dwarf dwarfed yet again,
this time by a gigantic wall of  
painting that was big & black;
little Hel ***** in a Fleshtone
evening gown,  beige stilettos
& nothing underneath: small
body shining like a distant starry
galaxy: "Это ад, девушка Эли,"
said the girl teasing the star's
naturally frizzy curls; "I don't
speak Russian," said the star,
suddenly regaled w/: "Hell!
Go to Hell! Go to Hell! Hell!"
& dashing from the salon in tears