Once pain and loneliness was devoured
in hamburgers, milkshakes, and pasta.
But she wanted love, and she imagined
love came to the lithe more easily.
So she huffed and puffed and starved and carved
batted her eyes and bagged a boy.
But life means sacrifice and imperfection
and lack of twenty four hour adoration were devoured
in grilled cheese sandwiches, chocolate and pies,
until her perfect image was compromised by
becoming oversized. Never her fault of course,
bilious and blaming others for her bitterness
She huffed and puffed and starved and carved
and when the right size was realized, and devised an escape,
climbed into bed after bed until one was willing to buy
more permanent access: a perfect lie.
Objective achieved once more bilious gases expand
The desperate, devouring girl pretends to have fun,
a reality show with an audience that’s blind and dumb.
Whatever the social media illusion that feeds our delusion,
eventually we must face the conclusion of our own prostitution.
What do we sell ourselves for?