“I just want to feel
pretty,” she says through her tears.
She already is.
Tag Archives: illusion
Ending
It happens over
coffee, one stunned, the other
already elsewhere.
Realization
She woke up seeing
him in a different light
flame sputtering out.
Because of the media
based on a poem written by M.
They say I need a
man. Chocolate. But an eye
lash curler’s enough.
original source:
I don’t need chocolate to eat or a man in my life
I just think I do
because of the media
All I really need is my eyelash curler.
Rejection
Hives. Itching. As if
her body can’t coexist
with her sense of self.
Out of wedlock
for S.
Without a ring she’s
uncertain, the baby no
guarantee he’ll stay.
Not in polite company
She talks of threesomes,
abortions, things her mother-
in-law would faint at.
Weed laced with PCP
She turned to cake, felt
herself melting, the devil
eating his way out.
Hearing herself on CD
When her voice leaves her
body, recorded, it’s a
stranger who comes out.
Project Runway
Cut pin stitch fabric
stretch confines of clothing to
become catwalk art.