Beautiful pathos of a modern girl,

hip-huggers in place of an embrace.

I know you see through fun-house eyes,

like a neon Steve Madden ad.

Do you find your self-image

desiccated like a flower pressed

between the glossy pages of a magazine?

There you are, perched like a songbird

with nothing to sing, only repeat.

If I give my opinion, will you give it back to me?

Recitation sans understanding,

but it sounds so sweet over that pop beat.

If I put the truth between two hamburger buns,

or bake it into an apple pie, would you eat it, then?

Or would that be too many carbs

mixed with too many syllables?

There’s a world out there, sweet thing.

04/12/2004

Author's Note: Revamp of Preening, which I have taken down.

Posted on 05/06/2004
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