Beauty Crowds Me

April 12, 2011
Beauty crowds me till I die.
It taunts me, beckons me.
One less Coke, it says.
One more run.
One more run.
Wear the name so you can
taste it, coming closer
Foundation, mascara, lipgloss
Suck that in, but stick that out.
Shoulders go back… I glance
at the clear skinned smiles.
Thanks, Janis.
Compare, compare.
The shoulders slump forward.

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