I wrote this one a while ago while on a plane. When I go to an airport, I always manage to buy the latest copy of InTouch or Cosmopolitan or Vogue. It's a weakness. I actually wrote this on the pages of an InTouch, which is why it's taken me so long to post this - I couldn't find the magazine until now.
It was a pleasant surprise to open up some old issue about scandal between Jen Aniston and Brangelina, and see the first familiar stanzas of this poem written across Kim Kardashian's face.
Glossed pages
Saturated with sensational titles
And aerosol faces
Bleeding botox
Bandaged by Versace gowns
With suffocating seams
Clawlike ribs
Reaching outward for fame
But never food
Miracle pills
To numb irksome emotion
And erase thought
Brimming shelves
Ambrosia for addicted followers
Such as myself
Seduced between
These glossed and bleeding pages
I am home.
Monday, October 12, 2009
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After reading this, I don't know how anyone would want to be a model.
Very good personification all around. Write more!
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