Models This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

You have such nice legs.
They're just-bought shoelaces spindly, but pale.
No worries! A trip to the toaster will
fix you right up.
Three hours, and POP!
you're toast.

And your waist is not waste, yet your stomach's a dump truck.
“Starving? Skin and bones?”
Not starving, no, but full, naturally,
a junkyard, sufficiently clean, and
What? No cleats or skates or chiseled arms?
No problem – a treadmill, while gliding on stilts.

You etch out your heart at the slightest command
how perfect! how saintlike! a hero, as well!
but replace it as soon as you can?
Well, we'll just remove your brain at once,
and re-zip the stitches adorning your lips.
Much better, already. So swell!

You'll be a doll, a mannequin hiker.
Don't think! Your face will contort and no one will buy
this must-be-bought rouge.
Just reline your lips with our novel silk shades,
and your world – What's that? Is it yours?
What a thought! What a joke!
It's not safe in your hands.
Let it go.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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